Christmas is sadder—not because of the reasons you think
As the sound of laughters fade,
and greetings stop,
you quietly retreat in your room
looking at its ceiling
seeing nothing;
feeling nothing;
only thinking: Christmas is sadder
not because of the reasons you think
not because of this pandemic
nor the satire of people imitating
the last sounds of the dying,
decaying memories just because of
an angered gun-holder
beholder of bursting birse
Being intrigued: Christmas is sadder
not because of the reasons you think
not because of failed states,
nor temporary people
who betray consistencies of
your beloved good mornings
nor that temporary bliss
that delay promises
As the sound of laughters fade,
and greetings stop,
Christmas is sadder
not because you devoted too much time to the idea that everything will eventually be okay
it’s too big yet too little
not enough really— getting frustrated of the little things;
covering shifts;
saving up for that brand new product;
pestering your siblings;
demanding accountability;
savoring your hard-earned money;
condemning merciless killings;
creating dissenting opinions;
having a losing streak;
not finishing requirements;
not being loved back;
dealing with grief;
battling worsening anxieties;
bothering those who are not being bothered;
Christmas was and is
Christmas was a barrier
that’s why it’s sadder
because it’s the only time
that you don’t bother thinking of these
Alas! It is better— if Christmas makes you forget
then I only wish for you to remember
you always needed a stopover
so you can continue struggling in order to progress
but struggle better
and progress nonetheless