The Ghost of Christmas



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.

© stormwolf 2023
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