Leaden Christmas (1943)

War and peace,

meaningless meets.

Feeding your sorrow

like there is a tomorrow-

Standing alone,

chiseled in stone,

covered in red,

like jam on bread-

I'm not looking up-

it's really bad luck.

Royal darkness in the sky-

how will we get by?

An orange awaits,

citrus flavorful tastes,

under the tree

just wait and see...

grab my hands-

leave the bands!

My only living friend,

it's almost the end.

pull me away

today, today, today

the barrel of belongings

is now an ashtray...