POETRY | CHRISTMAS | DEPRESSION | MENTAL HEALTH
Christmas Blues
A blue poem
Another morning I wake up
feeling the Christmas Blues
I hardly work, feel like crap
I can barely tie my shoes
Prices go up, earnings go down
as I feel the Christmas Blues
my thoughts are scattered around
and I passively watch the news
Santa is bluest than ever this year
Christmas spirit feels like a sham
if somehow he really did appear
I don’t think I would give a damn
I watch our tiny Christmas tree
its LEDs blinking and flickering
to an inaudible song or melody
the sight is tedious and boring
I hate my lack of motivation
the Muses have completely shut up
and to my great aggravation
for Christmas I need to buckle up
Patience, only twelve days are left
till my Christmas Blues are dissolved
I hope l will by then feel less bereft
far less pathetic and more resolved
