Holiday Sadness

There holidays are up one us 

a time to celebrate family and friends 

a time of happiness and good times 

yet here I sit alone and sad 

I have no friends to celebrate with

and family ignores me 

so alone I sit and think of how 

depressing these times are for me 

the saddest time of the year for me 

I can not begin to express how I despise 

the feelings inside me 

darkness consumes me this time of year 

depression surrounds with a dark cloud 

here I sit and wonder if it will always be like this 

stuck in a rut during this time of the year 

a grave where there is no way out 

hating every second of this holiday sadness

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This poem describes the holidays for many. I can't stand going on Facebook to see all the people who are falsely cheerful or the ones who are obsessed with spending money as a form of celebration, then showing off all their stuff. Sorry. You pick a strong topic & you address it powerfully, so you provoke a strong response in your reader. Still, I would like to see more details about how this all feels. Do you forget to eat? Do you drink too much? Do you smash other people's pretty decorations when nobody is looking? Give me something that makes this scene unique & fresh & original. To me, details bring a message alive -- that's what we mean by "SHOW instead of tell" (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

(Typos in first line -- have to figure out what you're trying to say).

[Curtis.Lenker]

Thank you. I will work on showing more detail. I really appreciate all your kind words.