Christmas, Where Are
You?
Tears burn hot against my
skin,
As I sit in a mess of
hateful sin.
Glass is shattered on the
floor,
I don't think my
heart can take anymore.
The tree lay flat against
the ground,
Ornaments and tinsle are
scattered around.
The couch flipped over in
a moment frenzy,
The
red
and
green
lights are making me
crazy.
A lamp that's
shattered across the room,
It's dark outside but
dawn is soon.
My velvet stocking in the
fire place burning,
Soft-spoken music sends
my stomach churning.
Mistle-toe thrown down as
broken as a feel,
In the trash hides the
entire of my christmas meal.
Cards are shredded and
tossed about,
Unwrapped presents
already thrown out.
A rerun of "A
Christmas Story" plays on the
T.V,
This snow-filled night is
torturing me.
A jingle of bells
sounding on and on,
The spririt of christmas
feels all wrong.
Memories of behing happy
last year,
Makes me lonely with lost
christmas cheer.
A knock on the door and a
familiar face,
She stumbles in to see a
mess of the place.
Understanding and sadness
flash in her eyes,
She holds me close as
both of us cry.
Our hearts beat together
like a rhythmic drum,
Silence engulfs us as our
breathing becomes one.
A single mistle-toe left
over our heads,
When eye to eye all else
lay dead.
I forget myself and all
that I miss,
As she leans in with a
gentle kiss.
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