This try carries some truth about the truth situatiuon as I like to call it. And what is truth, anyway? A famous person put this to task and until now no one has been able to answer that question with a convincing reply, not even the Bard has this explanation to sastifaction in his work.
I think that truth is not just one truth that every individual can agree on, but perhaps truth as beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Nice poem with an interesting argument this one is. keep on writing.
I have a feeling that the thought is not clearly conveyed in this try. The words do not make clear the story you are trying to tell. And by the way, who are they?
If you want to talk about Cristmas and why it must forget, make clear what it must forget and whom or which to make the poem complete and deeper in meaning and diction. Please, try again. This time paying attention to details, and so forth.
Keep on wriing and try and try. You`ll get better.
This try caresses god poetry. The language in it is simple; nothing is complicated here, but the emotion rings through, and the feeling is clear.
You have written a good poem, and of course, it is about love, but not any kind of it, but that kind which cuts and hurts when the loved person is or goes away. This is very clean put into words by you.
Keep writing. I think, telling only by this, that you posses some real talent, and I could see that you have writing much. keep it alive. Would you?