Holy Night

This haze visits me from time to time,

Leaving me alone and often sightless and blind.

With no where else to go –

No where to call my home.

This Christmas, sleeping next to snowy tombs,

Wishing to restart, back in my mothers sacred womb.

Maybe next time, I’ll be alright.

Could I give it another fight? I’ll answer in the morning,

If I make it another night.