The longest day

 Why does the shortest day seem like the longest day?

It just seems so long to me

I don't mean the sunlight

That doesn't matter

I'm talking psychologically

Why when it feels so hard to be

Without light

But we put on light displays

Candles and plays

And laugh and talk with our friends

There's a feeling I don't 

Want it to end

Maybe it's the start of something

so new

Maybe it's the end of the year

Maybe it's the Christmas period becoming

A place of bickering or cheer

Maybe it's an idea

That these false circles

And machinery

Of community

engagements

And structures of

Certainty

Of people you who hate you

In their eyes

Of clique connections

Which are founded on

self lies

And lonely women

Who bully and cajole

Simply because

They lack any control

Over their own lives

So they stare like cats with knives

Over and beyond you

Because they don't respond to you

Because really they are jealous

And your single fate offends them

Or reminds them

Of their own emptiness and hate

But love is the only answer

To their sparse disaster

of a life