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I Walk Among Them

Poetry By: writersbug

Bah hum-bug.

Submitted:Dec 3, 2011    Reads: 21    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   

I walk among them,

Weaving my way through the rejoicing carolers,

The cuddling couples,

Decked out in their holiday splendor,

Cuddling and kissing,

Their cheeks aglow with a merry red hue.

I walk among them,

Among the scampering children,

Their laughter piercing the night air,

As they run this way and that,

Revelling in their youth, their innocence,

Wondering what will be under the tree this year.

I walk among them,

In the tattered remnants of my clothing,

A soiled hoodie effectively keeping the better part

Of my face in shadow.

The more notable features, anyway.

I walk among them,

Past the flickering christmas lights,

That flicker, flicker, dwindle...

And die out.

Lookie there,

A fight has erupted between two garrulous patrons,

Heavy and heated.

Too much yule-tide cheer, I think.

I don't look back,

But apparently somebody has had the dreadful misfortune,

Of being caught in the path of a run-away carriage.

I don't look back,

But I can hear the Clydesdale's hooves,

Clomp across the bloodied pavement,

Trying to free itself of the mangled gore beneath its feet.

A squad car passes me to reinstitute order,

Futile, I know.

But at least the sirens are glowing red.

Pretty, isn't it?

I walk past them,

To the only spot on earth,

Where true peace reigns.

The grave is a double,

I share it with the holiday spirit.

Merry Christmas.


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