With no time to rest
Christmas comes with sadness
Loneliness gets to me too
I have nothing to look forward to
A life lived mostly by myself
I have done it all by myself
Nothing will fill my empty heart
That people ripped apart.
After all that happened in the past
Unless I am free at last
Joy at Christmas,
Oh no! I pass.
December 18,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. Merry Christmas to you as well.