The heart gets torn apart for sure
Christmas only makes it worse.
Especially when some darkened soul
writes down its tortured verse.
The what ifs and whys, and thinkin' back.
The look ahead, stay on the track.
The general view seems so perverse,
it hears the blessing but feels the curse.
New year'll start then it too is gone.
Its hopes and dreams all dragged along.
Till once more it's time to hear
that same old fucking Christmas cheer.
But then it puts aside the hidden black,
the smiles all round are real enough.
The ones it thinks of are thinkin' back.
At Christmas time, when times are tough.
Brett A. Jones
26th Dec 2008
