Ain’t no cheer,
No where near here,
For some reason the holidays
Bring on in me some level of fear…
What memories do lurk,
In the dark recesses of my mind,
Those that may represent my holiday season berserk,
Or is it just something from within, like a quirk…?
Not even therapy can alleviate this emotion,
Not even speaking to the gods of the Atlantic ocean,
Nothing seems able to adequately relieve this feeling of dread,
Wonder if I will lose it even when that day comes for me to be dead…?
© ed ~ 11/21/05
Bob H
Love Tinka
My problem isn't FEAR (and it doesn't sound like yours is either, dear); it's burn-out! Thought-provoking poem though :)!
:)Sandy
Love,
Eileen
Great write