Hollows

In the hollow
Of the night
As I stand
On the icy branch
High up in the tree
Wafting in cold
I am alone
No one hears
My cries
They are frozen
Even from my ears
My existence
Futile
I wish for death
This Christmas
Sitting on Santa's lap
Respite unavailable
Muted sleigh bells
Reindeer silenced
Gagged
Giving
Bows untied
Yellowed wrapping paper
Stacks of Styrofoam containers
Water no longer running
Kitchen dishes
In the tub
Cracked panes of windows
Not able to get warm
Nightly addictions
On angel wings
Broken halos
No one cares about
Weeping
Wishes
Too late
Forgotten cocoon
Of perceived innocence
There is no balm in Gilead
To make the wounded
Whole