{"sf1_id":798938,"sf2_id":"ZeqpxYb1","title":"December's Hope","author":"AkiTheRedWolf","words":260,"posted_at":"2014-12-23T03:09:00.000Z","tags":["Christmas","Poem","free verse"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/798938-december-s-hope","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZeqpxYb1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2b/f2/2bf2085a-f81b-43a8-bbe1-2b844a416590","description":"Merry Christmas! :3\nHere is a Christmas related inconsistent poem. I hope you enjoy it.","content":"The pure white snow descends upon the sinful town below,\n\nAsphyxiated by heroin deals and welfare checks.\n\nWhere many are cursed without a face and a vacant path ahead,\n\nWhile others huddle around the fireplace, befriending gin and razors.\n\n  \n\nYet, as the snow lands upon the dreary terrain,\n\nFaces grow upon the faceless\n\nAnd desolate feelings are poured down the toxic drain.\n\nLights shine upon the alley ways and the singing drifts through the streets.\n\n  \n\nThough it's not the dim green and red lights haphazardly placed on doors of businesses,\n\nIt's the light from inside us, filling our empty voids in our chests.\n\nThough it's not the hogwash tunes that is irrelevantly played at the local store,\n\nIt's the singing of families who reconnected their once raveling roots.\n\n  \n\nParents happily watch their children shouting with glee,\n\nWatching innocent Christmas specials and decorating the tree.\n\nReligious communities influx, the church pews poured\n\nMerrily singing hymns about the birth of the Lord.\n\n  \n\nThe smothering smog that concealed this town, uncertain\n\nNow opened up like a stage red curtain.\n\nWhat was once savagely shackled by shades of gray and blue,\n\nNow is held tightly by Hope's arms, slowly letting these empty people feel anew.\n\n  \n\nHowever as the month of December fades from existence,\n\nThe clear glass acquires its first stain.\n\nHope's arms retract as old wounds resurface through the drunken streets.\n\nThe viciousness of Reality begins to gnaw at the back of our heads.\n\n  \n\nBlue and gray dust-like particles descends upon the hopeful town below,\n\nFree from heroin deals and welfare checks.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n\n"}