JESUS IN A STRAIGHT-JACKET.

JESUS IN A STRAIGHT-JACKET.
Sneak.

In therapy for Xmas.
I'm better off this way.
Nothing here will sparkle.
Walls of rainy grey.
No plastic angels singing.
No twinkling fairy lights.
I turn my back on Xmas,
and read myself my rites.
My right to sit in silence.
My right to not fit in.
My right to take things personally -
instead of on the chin.
My right to give up hoping -
that good can come from bad.
Happy world war Xmas.
The best we never had.
The best that we can hope for -
is peace throughout the night.
This padded cell - my shelter.
My guiding star - the light.
Fluorescent faulty wishes.
The cries from other cells.
Jesus in a straight-jacket -
curses, screams and yells.
Possessed by self destruction.
Wise men prey to die.
Hark the Herald angel scream,
as terror sprays the sky.