Joyless Christmas

The snow falls cold on empty streets

Silent as my dead-end dreams

Nobody has ever visited my home

So I will spend tonight alone

 

December by myself

I'd put a present on the shelf

But it's too late

Something's wrong with joy

Maybe I'll go to sleep tomorrow

 

I used to wake with wonder for Christmas

The promise of something new

Now all that I have is my distance

From what I once thought was true

 

Maybe someone's out there

Trying to remember

What pretending happiness feels like

 

December by myself

I'd put a present on the shelf

But something's wrong with joy

 

(c)2024 Guglielmo Earthbound

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