(December 30, 2009, Wednesday)

All these months that have passed
Have hung on skies low
Never a clear blue
Always hazy, laden with sorrow.

They've mended me, they've broken me
They've helped me grow
From inflicting imagined pain
It has also let seeds of joy sow.

Between what has passed and what remains
I walk empty streets lighted with the moon
During starry nights I have a crowd of visitors
They listen to me and lullabies croon.

Then come those lonely hours
That are a bit too long yet end too soon
Where I yearn for people that may never
Even show themselves in stark noon.

Memories break on the shore of the mind
Crashing on the rocks formed with time
They pull me up into exhilaration
And succumb to hysteria on the sides.

I play games with myself
Enjoy losing out to the stranger of me
Letting him take control
Letting him act out free.

Where do these months lead up to?
Realms yet darker and dreamy?
Perhaps they have a ray of hope
But would I want to see?