February sadness

you wake up early, but
you find it hard to move your body
it is reluctant to get out of bed
you stand up and the floor trembles
you hold on to the wall, but
the wall also trembles
you go down the stairs that tremble
you make your morning coffee
the tap seems to be stuck, but
it opens and you fill with water
the kettle that trembles, soon
the water boils inside the kettle
the coffee tin trembles
the sugar pot trembles
the spoon with sugar trembles and
it drops some sugar on the floor
the cup with hot coffee trembles
wanting to let go of your hand
the table doesn’t tremble, nor
the cup that is now on the table
your hands are the ones trembling
also, your fingers, your arms
your legs and your feet
you weep with frustration and fear
for that trembling that governs
your body against your will
it is only the beginning and sadly
there are no answers to why you?
why now? or how long?
you cry covering your face
with your trembling hands
the coffee gets cold, it's left aside
same as those things that are left
undone, unfulfilled or no longer matter

February was a sad month
he began with a grey day of
fickle winds and bitter cold
at arriving he saw you weak
crying in your bed and losing faith
the sun barely smiled and
it drizzled almost every day
the same happened to me