Silent solitude just before dawn.
Another holiday will soon be gone.
Great joy they sometimes say,
Reserved for many on such days.
Yet fearful tidings visit some people,
And what is missing, less than peaceful.
Discontentment not arisen,
From sheer displeasure at what was given,
But at another empty chair.
More space around us, we now aware,
Revealing one less gift, unable to bear.
A more valuable price could never be paid,
For that hollow space where once we played.
That sole presence on
Which we did depend.
Never came back this year again.
Author notes
My grandfather committed suicide in November. Written on Christmas day.
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Aww that's so sad, but this was an awesome poem! It was written so well and you expressed yourself so well. Awesome job, I hope you like it here!
Blessings,
~Michaela~
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awww! this is amazing! very very nice write. you are very talented. and im sooo sorry to hear about your grandfather. me and my grandfather never had a relationship he always hated me for some reason. but my grandma died on christmas eve one year. so i know how all of this feels. but anyways, very nice write!!
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