xmas poem and one about Robby too

Christmas

Emptiness and death fill my soul
my heart is a stocking filled with coal
everything around me void of joy
misery itself can not finish its ploy

Too Much

Space and time is really all we need
stressed and anguished as I may be
time apart doesn’t mean there is not love
only that above us, there flies a dove

Too much time spent together
can do nothing but break each other
no one wants to have a slave
if it were you, you’d have already caved

It’s not that I don’t love you
only that I don’t want to become you
all I want is to be free
why can’t you see, you’re smothering me?

Overall, I feel like:

I want to laugh and really feel it. I want to want to do things. I want to crawl out of this black hole that I have become.