• Coward.
    Snow lies to me
    As it drifts past my cell
    To escape would to be free
    To be myself

    False smiles.
    The passover of crackers
    The reading of jokes that have no meaning

    Coward.
    You invade my home
    Each year the same
    You change the mood
    then return it to the same

    Boxing Day
    A time to relax
    For the holiday has seemed to pass
    We eat turkey sandwiches
    Our stomachs hurt
    But we breathe again

    I am alone again.
    My cell echoes to me across the tinseled room
    I miss the invaders
    They've left my home

    Coward.
    You let them go
    You should have told them
    Of your sorrows.