Season Of Goodwill? Poem by Tony Sandy

Is Christmas over yet
Or has it just begun?
Did I enjoy myself?
Did I have much fun?

Was uncle Ernie there
And aunty Jeanie too?
Did I drink whisky
Or stick to Irn Bru?

Was there much merriment
As we sat round the telly?
Did we stuff our tummies full
With turkey and trifle jelly?

Is my mum still alive
And my dad as well?
Have they gone to heaven
And left me here in hell?

I look towards the curtains.
I stare across the room.
Am I locked in here forever
And is this my burial tomb?

They told me it was temporary
While they sorted out my house
But nothing has stirred since then
Not even a mouse.

'You just stay here dad,
They'll look after you.'
That was umpteen years ago
When she insisted it would be two.

And so I'm stuck here eternally,
Moulding away inside.
Having lost all my respect.
Having lost all my pride.

You'd never know I existed.
You'd never know if I laughed or cried.
I'm lost and gone forever.
I live, though I have died.