What I thought was poetry - Oh How I Loathe You . . . December

Oh How I Loathe You . . . December

Give me your attention, Pitiful
You're bound to restart, sleepy again

I can't be convinced if I don't feel guilty
You gave me the world, but that world is not with me
I can not feel happy, I can not feel sad
I'm emotionally deformed, from all the anger I've had
And it's true, it hurts, and rage will sprout
So I will push it deep down, and you will spit it right out
And you think it's for you, but babe that's sex
In a world like mine things are more complex
And so your love and mine can't even compare
To what's part of me, lost in despair

So I look to the mothers to try and validate
Run my fingers through my heart try to Recreate


You're lucky if you've forgotten and have means to be limber
Because everything void leads back to December . . .

Julian S Lueck 12/27/04 12:34 P.M.
12/14/05, You're in good hands now