Tracing December

Soumya Rastogi-TYBMS

The words dripped with honey

The ink flowing like a river

In my bright sunny weather

Every speck of black demanded expression,

So now when winter comes

i am engulfed

The black surrounds me

Leaving no gaps for the sun to shine through

Why is it

That I'm searching for my music

Never hitting the right note

Why is it

That I have no more words

I'm exhausted

I wonder where my words are

If there's still summer to come

Or if winter has left me frozen

Is this what it's like?

To not be a romantic?

Just constantly thinking-

What more can I write

When there's nothing left to say.