The Christmas of others
Driving along in the time of night
Looking at all and sundry Christmas light
Houses lit up with goodwill and cheer
From car window I stare out and peer.
These strangers take time and care
Why is my heart and mind not there?
Body and soul seems void of emotion
Brain is full of dark commotion.
Tired of living with me where do I go
In a strange land a haven I do not know
Where does one escape to in time of despair?
There must be sanctuary but how does one get there?
Endless miles continue to pass by
Nothing in me not even to cry
I’m an alien in a distant land
A seahorse swimming in desert sand
How I crave for some thought and feeling
Some tender love, warmth and healing.
Others Christmas glowing on houses so bright
Only exemplify my feelings tonight
Their happy light is my sad black
On this world I want to turn my back
But instead I turn around the car
I’ve already driven way to far
Scared of living but scared of being deadBack home alone is where I head.