Dark Poetry
Christmas in July
O come, all ye rage-filled
The palm trees outside my window
Look like tinsel in the sunlight
But there is no merriment,
No joy, no rush to embrace
Just the sweltering heat
And the rising of tempers
A common phenomenon with intense heat is intense human interaction. I happened to write this last year during such an incident within my own home. The screaming was overwhelming. I had to turn up all my devices to drown them out. I wish I could say I wrote this during that moment, but the truth is I was lost in my emotions. I had fallen back into a flashback from my childhood and the screams took me over. I don’t know how long I was out of it, but eventually I did come back. However, the argument wasn’t over when I returned. It was an all-day event that exacerbated my own mental failings. Still, at some point, I got it together enough to pen this. I attempted to post this poem during that time, but eventually took it down. It reminded me too much of the present. I cannot stand current reality. That day served as a reminder that I couldn’t escape it. And I still haven’t. It’s now an unhealthy memory. One that I will probably revisit for a few July’s to come.
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