-Arthur Hugh Clough
You can’t hide from Christmas Day, it will find you.
And the presents that you get, will remind you
Of the many years before of more delusions,
Being crushed on Christmas day, in confusion.
Finding out that those you liked don’t like you back,
And at dinner hiding grief for what you lack.
So you try to stay in bed or take a walk,
Hoping time will pass you by and you won’t stalk.
But the day will run you over like a truck
Even though you thought that life would never suck
If the pain just hurts again then you can pray
For the other people also not okay.
And you know that in the million years to follow
There’s a love that heals all hearts still feeling hollow
So please stay alive and wait for nicer times now
Even though that no one really knows how
It is true that there’s a hope so real it blinds you
And I pray that better Christmas Days will find you.
