As the Choir Sings
we all gather
as if strung
in rows
outside
the church
sad chatter
and echoes
of cries
fill the air
as music plays
in the distance
the wreaths
all neatly placed
with red bows
line the aisles
as we walk
onward
like little
toy soldiers
guided
there's a tree
off to the side
for christmas eve
silver bell services
in front of the alter
a casket awaits
our tears
scattered around
every turn
of this journey
are memories
in frames
that hold
the only smiles
while the choir sings
inaudible songs
to pass the time
we embrace the past
with the present
as we stare
at a lifeless body
pressing our lips
against death
yet again
as december's breath
chills us from within
we are falling down
like trees
beneath the weight
of winter
shattered
and broken
the same
as icicles
pierce our hearts
we walk outside
with downcast eyes
following another
to their final resting place
beneath the barren soil
blind to the displays
of christmas cheer
looming all around us
as we place a rose
atop the casket
then clasp our hands
in silent prayers
there is no spirit here
again this year....
written 12/15/2019
Darker Side of Christmas Poetry Contest
Judged 01/15/2020
Take the Dagger Out Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
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