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...Charades of Tinsel
By SolApathy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzdyDAoAI1I&index=8&list=RDknnKwYRDaJY
Through the winds I blow
Parchment of a love far too cold
Wind in the Willows a sweet forgotten whisper
Fall, falls as the days become crisper
Surrendering to the coldness of a sinister sister
Winter is her name, for so many suicides she is to blame
Christmas blues as the lights of the holiday waken darker hues
Twisted around a tree, without water -- This is me
Decorate and hide the solitude inside
I smile as I am forsaken to abide
Holiday cheer a bell rings empty - - near
Hearing only a deafening silence of regret
I haven’t fallen just yet
Songs of the holiday spark only a dark sorrow
Smile bundled in the closet, I borrow
If only so they don’t berate me
Having these feelings, I can’t let them see
This Christmas is the last of me
My trunk hollow and decayed
Lights about to set this charade ablaze
This dollhouse plastic fakery
About to be a bakery
Gingerbread men burning to the tune of my selfish sin
Look as this gingerbread house burns from within
All secrets exposed
Darkness of our holiday cheer
Exposed the truth you always feared others would see
The parchment burns blazingly as it torches me
You embarrassed that everyone finally knows
This house was never a home
Just a place where darkness did roam
Your plastic smile melts into disarray
I smile in death as your secrets are betrayed
Through the winds I blow
Parchment of a love far too cold
Wind in the Willows a sweet forgotten whisper
Fall, falls as the days become crisper
Surrendering to the coldness of a sinister sister
Winter is her name, for so many suicides she is to blame
Christmas blues as the lights of the holiday waken darker hues
Twisted around a tree, without water -- This is me
Decorate and hide the solitude inside
I smile as I am forsaken to abide
Holiday cheer a bell rings empty - - near
Hearing only a deafening silence of regret
I haven’t fallen just yet
Songs of the holiday spark only a dark sorrow
Smile bundled in the closet, I borrow
If only so they don’t berate me
Having these feelings, I can’t let them see
This Christmas is the last of me
My trunk hollow and decayed
Lights about to set this charade ablaze
This dollhouse plastic fakery
About to be a bakery
Gingerbread men burning to the tune of my selfish sin
Look as this gingerbread house burns from within
All secrets exposed
Darkness of our holiday cheer
Exposed the truth you always feared others would see
The parchment burns blazingly as it torches me
You embarrassed that everyone finally knows
This house was never a home
Just a place where darkness did roam
Your plastic smile melts into disarray
I smile in death as your secrets are betrayed
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Saturday, December 9, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Into the depths of holiday sorrow...Reflections of the emptiness in smiles we all to often borrowComments on "...Charades of Tinsel "
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On Wednesday, December 6, 2017, Drea
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wrote:
"Christmas blues as the lights of the holiday waken darker hues Twisted around a tree, without water -- This is me Decorate and hide the solitude inside" Those lines really stand out. You know I enjoy the soundtrack. You always have layers. I was reading this and right outside my window I can see Christmas lights twinkling. It just felt poetic lol
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On Sunday, December 11, 2022, SolApathy
(650) wrote:
new song for this... As the old one has long been extinguished... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RgQ-JDiOic
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