Dark mountains flash in front of my eyes as most
of the blue disappears from the sky's.
Then winter burrows itself into my brain as the dismal
cold days return again. The drab November where there
are only wind falls to reap, all is but faded as the garden
goes to sleep
The Christmas candle shows not a light in the hall and the
bows are not decked, there is nothing at all. No Christmas
Tree with the fairy folly, no misletoe and sprigs of holly.
Junk mail scattered all over the floor with weeds and ivy
growing up the front door.
I can remember the Christmases and the new years but
those were the days without any fears. Children laughing
and Auld Lang Syne, everything was perfect and so divine.
I will hang on to my memories as the cold bites in, just
praying for the day for a family to have within.
No one comes and no ones views, what of my hopes
just deverstation and blues. I am lost to the world with
no comfort of home, I am just a house forgotten and alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem