In the Quiet of December

By Tan Phung..

The hate and love of cancer...

In the quiet of mid December, where the cool air..  gently flow..

Lies a heart so weary, against life's unyielding wall.

Cancer's cruel whispers, in every shadowed hall,

Echo with the laughter, where holiday songs enthrall.

Through the festive streets, I wander, lost and small,

Every cheerful note, a poignant, painful call.

The lights that twinkle, on trees so tall,

Mock the darkness within, my spirit's gall.

I'm a desert parched, under the winter's pall,

Longing for the rain, yet fearing its sprawl.

Each drop a memory, in this bitter brawl,

A dance of joy and pain, in life's grand ball.

My heart, a battleground, where tears freely fall,

Mixing with the laughter, in the holiday's thrall.

In this season of cheer, I feel so appall,

A paradox of emotions, I cannot forestall.

So read these lines, let them your heart enthrall,

Feel the pain and the joy, in my winter's squall.

For in this dance of life, we rise and we fall,

In the quiet of December, I await my final call......

 Phùng Duy Tân