The Essence Of Who I Am

December calls out to me in the night

I tumble out of bed

My restless sleep dissolved

I grumble

And I trip to my desk

I vomit the words onto paper

December smiles at me

Its quota filled

If I try to keep the poetry inside

It breaks out

Tears from my stomach

I scream

So I write

I write

I write

Until I wake up in bed

December snow falls

A manipulation of dread

M.A.P

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