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- A Christmas Psalm
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Click here(inspired by Champagne182's 'December Poetry Challenge' on the Poetry & Discussion Forum)
Alone, afraid --one fated eve
I watched the night begin to grieve
As droves of pilgrims crawled to stay
I wished... I wanted to fly away.
My money's gone and gas was low.
A quest I'd tried but failed to know,
Just where I'd stay or when arrive
Or if I'd feel like one alive.
No tree. No gifts. No friends or loves.
No phones. No cards. No morning doves.
On hours of hours my drive for home
Was over and cold, none left to roam.
In bed I slept or so I thought.
I dreamed of things I might have bought,
And friends too far to see or hear.
I woke, still tired, and wandered in fear.
The house, too still, devoid, asleep
I crouched down low and felt so deep,
Christ's Day had come and this I cried,
"This I'll recall until I've died."
The tears came then and washed my soul.
I'd made a mistake and reached that goal.
A lesson learned, I will not part --
A Christmas Psalm had scratched my heart.
- COMMENTS
BikeNutalmost 17 years agoNothing can bring out sadness like Christmas, when pain stands in stark contrast to all the joy of the season of cheer.
SweetDealabout 17 years agoWith this kind of sadness, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. But come to think of it, at that time of year, sadness is that much more hurting. Terrie
OSoBuffabout 17 years agoGlad to read this now instead of at Christmas --- I'd rather feel joy then. Filled with haunting sadness.
duddle146over 17 years agoThis poem has an undertone of sadness, the imagery here is lovely. A certain melancholy pervades this rendering.
