The Ghost of Christmas

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If you want to be cheered up…avoid like the plague.
 

 

 
What weird malady afflicts me,
thwarts my words from finding voice
or trickle down to paper?
The world I knew
is sepia-tinged.
My thoughts / in stark relief
to jingle bells and merriment.
In the world, yet not of it.
 
Maybe the wiser choice
 to enter silence.
 
Perhaps my loss of joy
 is terminal.
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