Juggling Demons

This Christmas Day,
We had so many family;
Friends, neighbours,
A magnificent assembly:

Mr Bump, forever drunk,
Miss Flirt, with her new short skirt,
Mr Bore, with stories galore,
Miss Scream, wanting everything,
Mr Showoff, with never enough,
Miss Smoke, with her chain smoking bloke,
Mr and Mrs Perfection,
Receiving only affection.
Kids everywhere; under the tree, under my feet, under the stairs,

Then there were others here;
Slowly; I breathed them.
Darkly, I see them,
Every year;

Mr Regret, head held low,
Miss Love Lost, always alone,
Mr Contemplation, stuck at memory station,
Miss Resignation, grinding down into stagnation,
Mr Lie; another life, another girl, burning fiercely in tired eyes.

And sat in the corner,
Always out of sight;
A little boy called Lost,
Juggling the demons in his life.