poem: SILENT CHRISTMAS

We drag our feet
Towards the pitch dark night
The eve of a
Silent Christmas

The chit-chat, and much ado
About ill Commander-in-Chief
And little flickers of light
From I pass my neighbor
The numero uno source of power
Are all subdued by fuel
The lack of it

Our will to whisper
Imprisoned
By certain salient
Fear
Of tomorrow, the New Year
Triggered by mass sack
Of colleagues here, and there

Silence is enforced
By gloomy thoughts
Of accumulating bills
Like the dreaded sword
Of the legendary Damocles

Christmas spirit,
A discerning being
Has sneaked out through
The backdoor
Remising his rights to
Despondence

We trod now
Grudgingly
With trepidation
Toward a very
Silent Christmas


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