The Christmas light slowly dims
As joy’s illusions fade
Back to a world cold and grim
A fond goodnight it bade
Try as I might to keep the spirit
Darkness bolts the door
Come Holy Night each year I fear it
My psyches ghostly whore
This sadness black torments my soul
On every Christmas eve
I beg for mercy God fill this hole
So my heart no longer grieves
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Good to see you back again Dom.
Thank you my friend, I hope I can be a bit more consistent in the new year. Happy New Year to your and your family.
This poem speaks to the way some people feel at Christamas. It is not a joyful time for everyone.
How very true though I wish it was. Thank you Marva and Happy New Year to you and yours.
sorry that should be Christmas!