A Dreadful Night of December.

I was sitting on the bench.
Trying to cry, but no tears fell down.
My surroundings filled with white cold snow.
A Dreadful moment during the birth of Yahweh.

It was cold
Freezing like I was bold.
Acting like a Martyr.
Showing I had no instincts
Will this end tomorrow?
or Never?

Then the sky cried and cried.
Then the river nearby overflowed.
I realized, that the sky just cried a river of water.
But me, I cried an ocean of tears