Sitting on the window sill feeling lonesome again

on this never ending December, these feelings begin again.

The never ending pain and the never ending thoughts

The feeling that a child feels when she is stranded and lost.

It is nothing I quiet understand nor something that you might

The frosty air continues to blow kisses of frostbite.

Shaking and thinking, everything rushes to my head

What am I to do now with these feelings filled with dread.

I am lonely, I am afraid, but I have no idea why

I believe it is the time that begins to fly by.

Am I really sitting here feeling lonesome again

or am I dreading time and this December that feels like it may never end.