January

January

Dark, Cold, and everlasting nights
January, the month your heart frezzes
and will never thaw.
The time when relationships break and
disapear into the snoe, only leaving
footprints left behind.
When death is a common smell.
You grow cold and uninviting.
Where only hugs and love can keep
you from frostbite.
But love, is as scares, as food.
As fast as my tears appear
they're froozen to my cheeks.
Yelling is a common sound through out
the steets in town.
A month feels like a year.
Hope is just a dream for those living on
the streets this month.
People pray for the months to come
to bring warmth.But first they must surive, January.

Written By Ariel Husted