Solitary Christmas pain and
blindness to joy!
To hear cavalcades of humans
pass and merry talk and
joke
merrier than the chirp of birds
more
boisterous than the song of
bacchanalians in
the delirium of the drunken night
of joy:
for me
for me
Pain is the welcome home, cocoon,
of my solitude and ever-growing
bitterness
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