This poem was made shortly after “Christmas Mourning” but I decided to wait in order to publish it and wait until Christmas to officially publish it. I want to shout out to my readers with a Merry Christmas! And maybe a look into how I see Christmas through my eyes. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.
The Night Before Christmas
On the Night
Before Christmas.
There wasn’t
A Light
In the World.
Everyone
Had a
Watchful Eye.
Newly-made
Blood trails
Lay on the
Freshly Fallen
Snow.
Where Shadows
Linger
Is once
Where children
Played.
Where
In the house
The tormented
Housewife
Cries
Over a new puddle
Of spilt Milk.
And the
Worn-out father
Finds new ways
Of committing suicide.
And the Children
Who are confirmed
Insomniacs
Can’t remember
The word
‘Sleep’
Because their dreams
Slowly became
Nightmares
And their Nightmares
Became a reality.
Where they ate
Their dog
To prevent
Starvation.
There isn’t
A Christmas tree
In the world
On the Night
Before Christmas.
There’re no presents
Either.
The Children
Shiver
Under their covers
For there isn’t
Any heat.
On the Night
Before Christmas
There aren’t
Any Christmas Carrols.
There isn’t
Any food
On the table.
And the Angels
Are crying.
Shadows linger
Where Children
Played.
There isn’t
A light
In the World
On the Night
Before Christmas.
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