Sanslatete Posted December 7, 2007 Posted December 7, 2007 Me after 5 months - December Another year approaches it’s conclusion, I’ll be relieved to see the demise of it, The saddest one to my memory, the death of all I held dearest, the mortality of tenderness, December is cold in ways I never thought possible, inside me as well as the weather, A bereavement but no funeral to lament, just me mourning the death of her love. It’s a world I inhabit alone, along with five million others abandoned to a world of pain, We speak a language only decipherable by others like us, it means nothing to the loved, We walk the streets as an invisible army, alone, yet united in our distress, The outward impressions we give the world hides a multitude of wounds, eyes cast downwards. Christmas is the time of twisting knives in hearts and vinegar on cuts, no season to be jolly, The ones we love and miss are oblivious to our pain, their worlds are glitter and stars, We endure this time, hoping it will end soon, time for sleep is welcomed, if it comes, Memories of Christmases past fill our minds and re-stoke the painful fires of suffering. The human race passes us every day, their agendas render them blind to our dark world, There is no festivities for the likes of us, celebration is a something we are devoid of, We are the ghosts of Christmas present, wailing silently into the dark skies of winter, Our chains of bondage holding us fast against the rock and hard place that is our lives. Each present that is opened is matched with a heart that is closed, no room at this inn, Much wiser men and women the world ‘round make declarations never to visit this place again, I echo their words in my silent way and pray to whoever is listening that it be so, I sing a hymn to her and remember the days of happiness which only brings sorrow now. Time will tell if life improves, will our hearts heal, can we move on, what’s to become of us? As we stand with this whole new year ahead, everything looks bleak, positivity is scarce, Can a heart so damaged ever heal, can life improve and memories fade to thoughts, I doubt it though I hope so, I doubt it though I hope so, I doubt it though I hope so. John Frehley Dec ‘07
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