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...anndddd here's my poem. XD;
Spoiler:
A Black Christmas
One spec of dust floated down from the curtain
A cry could be heard from the distance
That girl...
Oh, that girl knew she'd be hurting,
Too horrific to witness,
Too late for any sort of forgiveness
A black Christmas was all she could hope for,
While years of violence finally built up
Slam. The door shut.
Scarred by her losses,
Scarred by her past,
Scarred by the man who would be her last
You see, one Christmas eve, two souls embraced
Kissed under a mistletoe that night,
The following day, he wasn't anywhere in sight
She opened her presents, found a letter
A tear escaped from her eye,
As she screamed in delight
He left her the greatest gift of all,
A promise he would return next summer,
So he told her to wait by the fire.
Several months later, she was still waiting,
Faithfully,
Patiently,
Nothing could take her mind off him
Then, one night while she was sleeping
He crept in, kissed her on the forehead,
And started to sing
She heard his sweet voice,
She awakened from her sleep.
She thought they would spend a life together,
But she was very wrong
He cheated on her all the time
He went away on trips
He even caused physical pain,
But she stayed faithful,
She couldn't live any other way
For she knew without him, she wouldn't be safe.
Soon he passed, much to her dismay
She walked slowly
She no longer had any need to be afraid
However she was never happy
For her fear is one that strikes us all
The fear of being alone.
When the next Christmas arrived,
She opened her presents quickly
Expecting to find something she would love,
She found a photo of him.
She held it close to her heart,
Her heart beat in a slow rhythm,
As she realised her was never real,
Only a figment of her imagination,
Desperate,
Alone,
Needing someone,
Needing a place to call home.
She was able to convince herself,
For all these years,
That he was real
Yet she never realised it would only worsen her health.
Moments later, one spec of dust floated down from the curtain
A cry could be heard from the distance
That girl...
After all these years, that girl is hurting
Too naive to understand
Too late to take it all back
A black Christmas was all she could hope for,
Christmas lost all colour and vibrancy,
Her mind's illusions guaranteed she was nothing more
Thump. The Christmas tree fell.
Scarred by the pine,
Hurt by her own delusions
Now invisible all the time,
In a world of only black and white.
One spec of dust floated down from the curtain
A cry could be heard from the distance
That girl...
Oh, that girl knew she'd be hurting,
Too horrific to witness,
Too late for any sort of forgiveness
A black Christmas was all she could hope for,
While years of violence finally built up
Slam. The door shut.
Scarred by her losses,
Scarred by her past,
Scarred by the man who would be her last
You see, one Christmas eve, two souls embraced
Kissed under a mistletoe that night,
The following day, he wasn't anywhere in sight
She opened her presents, found a letter
A tear escaped from her eye,
As she screamed in delight
He left her the greatest gift of all,
A promise he would return next summer,
So he told her to wait by the fire.
Several months later, she was still waiting,
Faithfully,
Patiently,
Nothing could take her mind off him
Then, one night while she was sleeping
He crept in, kissed her on the forehead,
And started to sing
She heard his sweet voice,
She awakened from her sleep.
She thought they would spend a life together,
But she was very wrong
He cheated on her all the time
He went away on trips
He even caused physical pain,
But she stayed faithful,
She couldn't live any other way
For she knew without him, she wouldn't be safe.
Soon he passed, much to her dismay
She walked slowly
She no longer had any need to be afraid
However she was never happy
For her fear is one that strikes us all
The fear of being alone.
When the next Christmas arrived,
She opened her presents quickly
Expecting to find something she would love,
She found a photo of him.
She held it close to her heart,
Her heart beat in a slow rhythm,
As she realised her was never real,
Only a figment of her imagination,
Desperate,
Alone,
Needing someone,
Needing a place to call home.
She was able to convince herself,
For all these years,
That he was real
Yet she never realised it would only worsen her health.
Moments later, one spec of dust floated down from the curtain
A cry could be heard from the distance
That girl...
After all these years, that girl is hurting
Too naive to understand
Too late to take it all back
A black Christmas was all she could hope for,
Christmas lost all colour and vibrancy,
Her mind's illusions guaranteed she was nothing more
Thump. The Christmas tree fell.
Scarred by the pine,
Hurt by her own delusions
Now invisible all the time,
In a world of only black and white.
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