January,
the coldest of months,
where is your fresh beginning?
Where are the dreams
and hopes you have promised?
January,
the month of mystery,
the month of melancholy,
where nothing is lucid
and pure.
January,
Where is your faith in us
and humanity?
Where is your cordiality?
I sense nothing
but vain and agony.
Frigid January,
the month of death,
Why could not you resurrect?
Goodbye January,
the coldest of months,
take all the misery with you,
and your spurious promises too.
Goodbye January,
I will keep myself warm,
far away from your atrocity.
Goodbye January.
January 31st 2013
