January

January - Impure Wilhelmina

I cannot be all day long

So clever so clear-headed so broken down

I've had enough of the fudging

But tomorrow again I won't face anything

I'm waiting for the dawn

Holding my breath as if I was gone

Kissing your neck as if you were here

I've no one to love only the new day to fear

Is it a new phase for me

I have not cried since January

It might be the sign

To switch and embrace the final decline

I've had such an empty life

And it's a great weight off my mind

To reach physical pain

The divine gift offered to an old man

Childhood is gone

Love never found

Life almost done

And Death welcome