WHAT DECEMBER DIDN’T FINISH

December winds came ravaging the landscape of my soul

Thirty-one days that tore my world apart

New Year came with savagery, colloquy and cold

Each new day a dagger through my heart

Winter rain brought flooded plains that crested mountain tops

And it ain’t slowing or showing signs of stopping

Left to reap the empty pain of fields of failing crops

The writing’s on the wall and signs are dropping

What December didn’t finish you and January did

Better days are better off forgotten

What December didn’t finish you and January did

There can’t be much more before I finally hit the bottom

Can’t count the cost of ice and frost that chilled me to the bone

The arctic blast of winter warlock’s words

Your lexicon accosted, a barrage of sticks and stones

A tapestry, language two edge sword

What December didn’t finish you and January did

Better days are better off forgotten

What December didn’t finish you and January did

There can’t be much more before I finally hit the bottom

If I’m apoplectic it’s not without excuse

I can’t go through this again

You can be apologetic, bu really what’s the use

When spring will never come again

Photographic memory keeps the vision lucid

Even though I try I can’t forget

I’ll still wear the scars of this winter’s abuse

The shrapnel still imbedded in my skin

What December didn’t finish you and January did

Better days are better off forgotten

What December didn’t finish you and January did

There can’t be much more before I finally hit the bottom