A Dark Christmas Poem

A Dark Christmas Poem

By: David P. Cantrell

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is all correct?

Is all a wreck?

Are they snugly placed?

Are they really safe?

Will the morn be bright?

Will the presents be right?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is love unbound?

Is love unfound?

Are they tickled true?

Are they actually blue?

Will time be fine?

Will minds unwind?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is family the reason?

Is family the treason?

Are they here for me?

Are I here for them to see?

Will I be glad I came?

Will I bring them shame?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is mercy and forgiveness what’s it about?

Is money and sales the thing to shout?

Are religion and god the important thing?

Are mercy and forgiveness the real thing?

Will we seek a better way to reach the sky?

Will we seek a quicker way to die?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.