Sad Christmas

I'm crying. I'm dying.
I'm dreaming. I'm screaming.
I'm creating this sonnet
Because I'm not happy yet.

Everybody all together
And just me alone.
In my soul is cold weather.
I should make my clone.

Everyone today is glad,
Only I'm mad and sad.
Coz my love is not with me,
I need wine, white or red...

Better praise the Lord instead
That I have a daily bread.

© Svitlana Ivchenko
26.12.2017


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