Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

December 5, 2024

Washed out

Strung out

Beyond hope

Without a doubt

No sign of

Coming about

He awoke

Clear of thought

One decision

Was all he got

It was enough

To clear his head

Clear his mind

Living in dread

Hopped a train

The old fashioned way

Felt the cold of

This foray

Searched his pockets

Found his gifts

Felt the fire

He had sincerely missed

Walked the streets

Walked some more

Searching, searching

Confusion and more

Found the path

Saw the light

Today of all days

To make this right

He knocked

And waited

Hi mom,

Merry Christmas

I made it

Roseneath Writers Circle