Holly Melancholy
Winter is a season that
for some is less than jolly-
despite bright sparkling Christmas lights
and halls bedecked with holly.
For some, it represents a void
that's dark, dreary and cold
an aching-empty, lonely space
of horrors quite untold.
Reminders of the merry times
before we were bereaved
in broken hearts cause questions of
the creeds we once believed.
While sitting lone, or lying prone
we stare at walls and ceilings
and try to stop disturbing thoughts
and overwhelming feelings.
The emptiness surrounding us
at Christmas closes in
and suffocates in silence
amid the season's din.
And so we die a silent death
around this time each year
while wishing all the others
tidings glad and full of cheer!
But 'though we're low through winter's chill
and things seem very dire-
when weather warms, we'll be transformed
our spirits lifting higher...
Until, at last, the summer sun
will break through this malaise
and we will be ourselves again
enjoying better days.
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