Merry Christmas upon the dark soul

The darkness of winter
soars through the home
biting screeching jingling bells
bells so loud so very loud.

trying to find a grip of something to cheer
something anything
a wish for just monday

Ghosts of Chrismas past echoing
a solo flute upon a mountain playing a sad song
Ghost of Christmas present echoing
the same
Ghost of Christmas Future ( )

No carols, no cookies, no warm family just this
the winter wind.
She is real as she bites

All poems of hope are veiled by darkness and salty rivers
trailing across bitten skin.

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