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Snow falls softly,
as I stare out the window
into the silver moonlit night and think of you.

Ghosts of Christmas past haunt my memories.

Alone on Christmas Eve, are you?

My heart lies in sympathy,
but my mind knows the truth.

Tomorrow will be my last Christmas.

No presents, no carols, no feast.
Just one last day alone before I find release.

Merry Christmas I do wish you well.
Happy New Year too.

As for me.

Tonight I'll sleep forever,
it's over, It's done, I'm through.
I wrote this poem after reading an article about
depression and the holidays.
And how the suicide rate goes up every year during this time.
So if you know someone who's alone for the holidays or suffers from depression pay them a visit or a call it could make a bigger difference than you could possibly imagine.
And if your alone or depressed, don't be afraid to reach out for help.
call a friend or call the Suicide Prevention Hotline
(988) or 1-800-273-8255

So JAMESB left info in the comments for anyone in the UK in need of help.

If anybody else wants to add this type of info from their home country please feel free to do so in the comments.  Or message me directly and I'll add it here.
Eyes lift upon daybreak
To dread and worry most days.
The mundane routine.
The dog and the coffee and the mouths to feed.
Numbly through the motions.
A shell of myself. Carrying on.
Rotting from the inside.
Keeping normalcy. Emotionless.
Hiding behind my hair to let a tear fall.
Daydreaming of escaping to nowhere.
To darkness.
To a sleep I never wake from.
Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.
This is a repost.  Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
Brand new video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
 Jan 1 The Haunting
Pax
From all these years questioning why I am alone?  Now I can simply answer, it was a choice I made that never made sense since until I see I was behind all closed doors.
Happy new year my feelings and friends here....
Stay happy even alone...
leaf drifts on spring breeze
I take a wandering path
following her dance
serendipity
it’s such a wonderful word
and that’s about it
 Dec 2024 The Haunting
Emma
Bipolar, they called it,
the tide within me,
Rising, falling,
a moonlit frenzy.
You, with your papers and promises made,
Couldn’t meet the storm;
your respect decayed,
And I, adrift,
watched the world betray me.
 Dec 2024 The Haunting
Tye
The world will move on
When your day comes.
The wind will still blow,
The moon will still shine,
And your tiny footprints
Will be wiped away with ease.

When that wind blows next,
And you feel the warmth of moonlight
on your skin,
Realize, you still have a chance
To soak it in.
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