the curse of december

sitting around a
decked out tree
the memories decide
to ambush me

memories both good and bad
from times long ago
most of which i"d
rather not know

time where we were
all filled with glee
and times where i
would never want to be

memories of things you wouldnt believe could
happen this time of year
memories that fill my nightmares
and fuel my fear

little ones still have their cheer
their world isnt wrapped in fear
and thats what i hope
continues here

people think that at this time of year that nothing can go wrong
but my ever constant plight
is that nothing
can go right.

the best memories are
big mistakes
and with that fact
my heart breaks

but at least they
dont remember
the curse
of december


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