Why I hate Christmas

So many memories clouding my mind,

as tears roll down from a lost friend.

The way faces seem to light up,

or how the loneliness sets in.

The smell that reminds me of love,

pine needles all over the place,

far too much to pick up.

How I miss some people that truly touched my heart,

how even when I was ugly I felt beautiful.

In a time where nothing mattered at all,

before my life was polluted and torn.

I hear the sounds of laughter in the twilight,

as snow falls down gently in my eyes.

So much to fear as life comes to an end,

was I ever really anything to anyone?

It’s not that I hate this time of year,

but the way I am forced to remember.

Death has a way of sneaking up on you,

family members gone, yet we still move on.

I hate most of all these tears I cry at night,

because I could have been a better man, I could’ve been me.









Johnny Newell