family

there's no-one left to love
but every living soul
with nothing left to lose
still he shares the whole

his sisters and brothers
are foreign to him now
his mother and father lay
dead and in the ground

quite some time ago
he had removed himself
from any Christmas list
especially his very own

the open wound across
his pristine mourning heart
bleeds for what is lost and
can ne'er be found again

it was love for life itself
and morbid fear of death
that called him back to living
having no-one else to care

he remembers names and faces
of those he knew as family
now upon sincere reflection
they were never ever there

it's not with condemnation
that he looks upon them now
but sad and aching grief where
once there had lived hope