Awake, arise, it's Christmas mourn not cheer. Spring and search for that single, special gift; Her love I asked; Ahh, no Santa this year. Snowflakes outside, frozen tears sent a'drift. Holly and lights hand from the house next door, Secluded I sit; tis my home, my rift. The choirs and carols, Oh hear them roar! Listen! Children laughing, merry in mood, Cannot trespass these tears befallen my floor. Drink on! 'Tis wine my friend and foe subdued. A red stocking holding her portrait torn, Hauntingly hands on my mind; sorrow renewed. Carols, lights, and gifts curse the day I was born. Wake up, Drink up; she's gone on Christmas mourn.
Reason for writing:
Christmas through my eyes. This "poem" is about holidays without poeple you really care about. = end of line......
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