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
Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015
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