Watching Lonesome Holiday People

Always seeing them no matter where I go, Expressions same as one seen every morning in my mirror. Some missing those lost while others hope for just anyone, That sorrow unable to hide even behind brightest smile. Standing in midst of millions yet still feeling alone, Maybe this is that hell that so many mortals fear. To die then waken forever to be all by one's self, Would that not be greatest punishment one could endure? Commercial Santa cheering child mortals with unreal dreams, Another lie which does not prepare them for adulthood. To wash young brains so clean and then bury them, Only to see them rise like Lazarus into carbon copy parents. In that end one has simply fooled with their own fool, Isolated within a being which is always in denial. To grasp that one comes in alone and then leaves alone, This is most magnificent truth to ready one for eternity. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn