Spirits
To wake in the night,
A cold chill in heavy air.
To awake in fright,
In the room you share.
A shade so blank,
Lingers at the foot of your bed.
With the memory sank,
You drink to get it out of your head.
To sleep in the night,
A warm feeling in your chest.
To forget the sight,
Though not feeling your best.
To stand and fall,
And cry the dark away.
With a memory that stands tall,
Without need for words to stay.
Spirits come and go,
Stand and fall like giants.
Regretting, if so,
All in the name of the bottle’s science.
