It’s been a long time since I posted any new material on this website. It’s been mostly news these last few months. So I decided to post a poem. It’s entitled “Never Christmas.” I posted it because it will soon be Christmas, but I must tell you it is a sad poem at worst, or a melancholy one at best. I do hope you will appreciate it for what it is, perhaps even identify with it in some way.
You can read it below or click the title in the above paragraph. Pleas enjoy.
Never Christmas
By Nathan Marchand
I walked down the empty street,
And along trotted a horse pulling an open sleigh,
Wherein rode two lovers, lost in each other,
Bathed in a rainbow of Christmas lights.
Cheeks met in a snuggle,
Snowflakes were brushed away by a caress,
Ears were tickled by whispered sweet nothings,
Lips were warmed with a kiss like fire.
I watched, and my heart was frozen
By the icy winds of loneliness,
Yet it wasn’t numb to the pang of longing,
Where Lost Love had pierced with dagger.
I’ve no one to warm my heart,
Where it’s never Christmas, only winter.
I’d trade all my gifts for a sweetheart!
A Transformer for a hand to hold!
A Blu-Ray for a sweet nothing!
A Playstation 3 for a kiss!
A plasma TV for a pledge of undying love.
Alas, it is all for naught.
So I watched as the lovers, horse, and sleigh
Vanished into the mists of the winter night.
I was again, as usual, cold and alone.
For me, it’s never Christmas, only winter.