Lonely At Christmas
I don’t wanna be lonely no more.
I don’t wanna answer the door.
I know it means more heartache for me.
All I want is to really be free.
Free from all the pain and hurting inside.
I want more than just to know I tried.
I’ve been down and lonely for so long.
I have no idea where I went wrong.
I see people enjoying each other’s love.
Like blessings sent from God above.
I have never been able to enjoy this.
It is truly something to bring bliss.
Just four walls and a deck of cards.
A table that rocks to make it hard.
I spend my time playing solitaire.
Wishing for a call from anywhere.
The holiday season is worst of all.
Celebrating Christmas is no ball.
I sit here carving up some spam.
Wishing the best for every man.
Something is tearing me up inside.
My pillow is wet because I cried.
I will hug my TV till someone comes.
Someone to bring me out of this slum.
The word lonely isn’t the end.
It is an endless hell to walk in.
There seems to be no way out.
Life sucks, if this is what it is about.
I pray Santa will answer my call.
Bring me a girlfriend to end it all.
Let me have a real Christmas.
One that I do not want to miss.
———————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)