Can we skip the Christmas?A Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.
Christmas
is a time of good cheer
Kindness,
and family; fairytale bliss
For
me it's a day like Halloween should be
My
loved ones turn into monsters: Misery
I’m
eaten up inside by their weapons
These
weapons lay not in clawed hands
But
come out through pouty lips
How
can a Christmas to you, be a dream?
But
to me a nightmare
Why
the bitterness I feel?
That
unlike Santa is much too real
When
I hear the stereotype
I
would do anything to reach the stereotype
Reality
isn't gentle like that
A
tree doesn’t make love
And
gifts don't mean a thing
They’re
bought with cash
Cold,
hard, unfeeling money
I
want this holiday to skip to any other
I'd
even take a pitiful Easter Bunny
A
Rotten Pumpkin
Over
this farce that gives to Thee
A
rotten me
Over
this holiday that freezes my tears
Over
this tree that shudders
With
their yells and screams
All
their blames of me
Instead
of he nor she
They’ll
never see
The truth of the day
They're
blind to their madness
Completely
ignorant, and fraudulent
In
their fake cheer
That
they have themselves to blame
So
I'll sleep in Hollie covered covers
Always
the same
I'll
wake to my brightly wrapped doom
And
dream of a day
Where
I can skip this red and green room
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Added on December 19, 2012Last Updated on December 19, 2012 AuthorEmily Dickinson Jr.FLAboutIm just a highschool girl. Writing is my hobby and I think Im fairly good at it but I leave you to be the judge of that. :-) my best short stories are: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poisinros.. more..Writing
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