Shrouds of Gray

Christmas eve, shrouded in gray.

Blinded by clouds, by fog, by haze.

Longing to take a final trip.

Are my reservations made?

Or should I look for a home of eternal estate?

No bed is empty in this hotel of dreams,

all signs say no occupancy.

Am I awake or am I asleep?

Or perhaps this life I lead is a distant dream.

A shadow of long forgotten memories.

Keep everyone at bay

While I rest my head and deceive

Myself into believing that I’m OK.

Don’t come too close,

I won’t let you into my estate.

I’ve tasted loneliness,

and seen all the world gives.

make me question why I live.

So tonight, this ends.

Take a drink, Soon it will all be over.

Burden lifted from my shoulders.

But then your presence enters,

The hand I cannot lift.

voice so clear, “you won’t do this.”

So I drop to the floor, tears flow, broken beyond repair.

And in this moment, you meet me there.

In this place I lay

Time has no meaning.

I cry to you, cursing my twisted realities.

You just hold me close,

whispering “child I know.

You are a light to your family,

Keep the faith, and you will see.

Continue the race,

Keep your eyes on me.”