The One We Call Scrooge

By ThoughtsOthoughts

*a xmas dedication*

The hairs on my arms stand up straight
Too many chills down my spine
It's dark and snowy beyond the walls

Buried with a stake through his heart
That is what he said the day before
His heart was just as cold as ice

My car froze
My hands lost feeling
My eyes lost sight of all that is warm

It is cold in here
I feel like him
No love lives in my room

The heater is on
The fire is blazing
Still there is no light around me

Xmas is here
For many it is joyful
I see him looking at me

Over there through the foggy window
Another xmas is here
And he is the one we call Scrooge

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Copyright 2004 ThoughtsOthoughts
Published on Monday, December 20, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Storm On Monday, December 27, 2004, Storm (143)By person wrote:

    When christmas comes, I bet many people feel like Scrooge. Great earthbound poem ;} ~s

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