Thanksgiving

“Thanksgiving” The emptiness of this lonely life has hit me hard this Thanksgiving Alone to savor the quietness instead of the pleasure of family No children to make me smile just darkness to help me sleep Why oh why does life seem to depreciate as you reach beyond your years? Usually I’m in the kitchen filling turkeys while preparing the afternoon feast Staying busy, staying hungry, to keep room in my tummy for food It’s the first feast since Easter yet this year there is no feast for me Just another day like yesterday, like the day before, like tomorrow This road I am on has no end in sight for its rocks keep breaking my windshield With broken visions of the future it’s so hard to see today Yet my blue eyes still search ahead peeking through the broken glass Looking between the cracks for any heart that fits with my own Happy Thanksgiving America and may your peace be filled with joy Shall your tummy’s be full of turkey and pumpkin pie I pray your hearts be filled with love, warmth, and the comfort of family As I keep believing that next years Thanksgiving will fulfil this empty heart