pseudo holiday levity

wishing it had brevity

smiles people faking

gifts they will be raking

noone wants to listen

just watch the tinsel glisten

an emotional shellacking

by things we feel are lacking

i write good poems

when my heart is broke

tears drenching my shoulder

i start to choke

otherwise i sit

with fingers still

waiting for words

im waiting still

 

confusion

in profusion

caused by self

delusion

fear of loss, rejection

fill me with dejection

i want to run from here

where too, not very clear