Alone in all this
is a devil’s deathly kiss
the silence is terrible
this isn’t bliss
it’s the opposite.
The composition
of terrible dreams,
yearning for vaccines
and cures
longing to be with her.
But knowing silence won’t speak
and won’t brush the tears of my cheek
my only way out round my Dads
But we are all sad
separation
saps us and our frustration
talks in to us in the dark
and nightmares come to claim our spark
the uncertainty makes its mark
and the only joy I can gain
Is giving Christmas presents in my pain
to children I hope I will make feel better
and the light of their smiles will free me
and will feed more than Christmas food.