Almost Every Poem I Have Ever Written

Lonely Winters

Have you ever seen the snow hit the ground,

In the darkest hours before the light?

If you have, you probably noticed the lack of sound,

In the longer hours of the night.

Feet crunching against the snow,

Long midnight strolls to soften to blow,

Of the fact that things will never be alright.

I can see my breath as I begin to shiver,

But the cold suffices for this lonely winter.

My age is young, but my soul is old,

And I see my family as the value of gold.

They are asleep at this moment,

In the hours that I never could.

I pray their lives will remain golden,

In the ways that mine never could.

With my hands in my pockets,

I will fasten my pace.

Through the night I a followed by my torment,

In a very close race.

Where is the finish line? I would not know,

But for now I will continue to stroll through the snow.