A ready meal for one,
A bottle of vodka calling my name,
A room full of emptiness,
Reminding me I failed at loves game,
With Christmas fast approaching,
Less than a week away,
I pray that someone asks for my friendship,
But it defiantly won’t be today,
All I want is a cuddle at Christmas,
All I want is to not be alone,
I’m used to isolation and darkness,
But this is the darkest isolation I have ever known,
I had a family once,
But I wasn’t good enough to keep hold of it,
So I will be spending Christmas alone,
With constant reminders I had it all, and then lost it,
I will be getting drunk,
To numb the pain of being alone,
I will be inside my prison,
That I once called a family home,
I will be drinking Jackie D,
When you pour your gravy,
I will be trembling with loneliness,
When you give your present to your lady,
When you eat your turkey,
I will be eating my tears,
When you hear the bang of the cracker,
I’ll be facing my deepest fears,
I’ll be going manic,
When you eat your Brussel sprouts,
And when you get a cuddle at Christmas,
I’ll be passing out.

Wrote on: 21/12/2022