Not Whole

Since the gumdrop caddied days of my home terrain

To the glimmering lights which strip me of a pain; bare and plain

I have not felt like others do

Or seen myself; the hole way through

 

From the bleak optimistic week of new old habits

Through the resurrection of a bunny rabbit

On to celebrating battles which were won by others dying

Let us trick or treat and keep on lying

Past the changing of the season

Now my only fleeing reason

Always back to mid December

I alone

For as long as I can tranquilly remember

I have not felt like others do

Or seen myself; the hole way through