Christmas Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

A day before christmas, for someone who never really existed, says it's all gonna change, throught the pain, say what you will, and say what you might, waiting in the shadows, im waiting in the sun light, just remeber there is no place to hide, just when things crumbled, and you don't fell safe, between the green hills, the clouds widthdraw and the sun is revealed, speaking in a dialect rhyme, and leave reality behind, trying to be part of the same thing, the proficies say verbalize, hide in the shadows because the false sence makes you warm inside, but have you not wanted something else, something to lay your head on, somepleace to feel safe, somewhere to call your place, Verbal violence, to a ryhme that is empty, Tomorrow is Chrismas, simply?