My Santa is dead

"The Santa is gone"
Mom told me in tears.

This was
That day
That day, I wished to be a nightmare

That day I knew
I was him
when his cold body felt my hand.

I kissed him goodbye
on his forehead.
That day the child in me
cried out loud.

That day life got feared
over death.
As I teared down over a soul, with
an aching heart.

2 comments:

  1. Needs more gravitas, I think. My set of suggestions, below:

    Santa is dead

    "Santa is gone"
    Mom told me in tears.

    This was the day
    I wished to be a nightmare.

    The day I knew I was him,
    spun in a small galaxy.

    The day when his cold body
    felt my hand.

    I kissed him goodbye,
    his forehead was still
    perspicacious.

    That day the child in me
    cried out, that day
    was the first lesson in death,
    that day, memory's steel nails
    dug into me.

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