Perhaps There Will be Thousands of These Tonight

We gathered round the mountains of food

I filled my belly with bread and turkey

Tried to fill my soul with laughter and prayers

I don't believe in the Amen's I mumble

But I mumbled along with the rest yet

My family is scattered this holiday

Lord knows where my mother eats and sleeps

My father no doubt alone at home

Guilt eats away at me no matter who's fault

I know, I know, not mine

A spirit is still broken tonight

Two spirits if you are counting correctly

I sit here tired and fumbling my fingers

Wasting the fog brained words on this paper

Trying to make something beautiful from emotion

I'm apologetic to all those alone

I feel just dreary and terrible for them

Even surrounded by family and joy, 

I felt cold inside, like a deep sea fish

Stuck in my own thoughts, my own corner

Watching the world go on without me

I bid all a Happy Thanksgiving 

May you feel full of food and love

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Holidays can be hard for some people. Some people need a reason and purpose to celebrate a holiday. I like the honest feel in the description. Sometime we must call and talk to the people we care for and love. Kind words are appreciated. A positive ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[KurKota]

This is very powerful !!!! You bring forth very forcefully, the empathy for someone alone. You touch on your own feelings of aloneness, and yet very sympathtic for others in a manner only one that truly experiennces it can sense.
You have quickly become a writer that I really find has a very sincere "feeling" for it. Keep up your work ! It is great I think.