Christmas

A time spent with family and friends,
Surrounded by the idle chatter,
Of meaningless words.
The opening of unwanted gifts,
Exclaiming shallow delight.
it's all over again, until next time.
So now I sit quietly,
Looking out over the resting landscape.
An eerie hush is about.
I almost feel the thoughts of others,
Sitting, like me with memories,
Memories of another life.
An overwhelming power of pain SURGES.
It gets easier they said.
They Lied.
Just one more tormented soul,
In isolation.
An empty ache, a shattered heart.
I see the clouds rolling in,
The darkness of night closes with reverence.
Sorrow overtakes,
Shivers of ghosts walk through my body,
Leaving behind sadness in heavy limbs.
The desolation of grief,
As within others around the world.
I take time out to reflect,
To ask still unanswered questions,
Racing around a fragmented mind.
I say goodbye again.
But everything follows me.
Invading me.
Back to the extreme lonliness,
Of an overcrowded Christmas.