A Winter's End Poem by Jamyson Hoelscher

Shooting aimlessly through the frozen flakes.
Bullets leaving nothing but death in their wake.
Running through the feilds of ice.
To escape the fate of deaths swift slice.
Climbing over a hill, the chase has not stopped.
But it won't be long until your luck has popped.
With a darkened last shot that rings in your ears,
Your shadow is gone, you light re-appears.
But all is not over when you start to feel weak.
Your guilt starts to crush you, your life springs a leak.
Laying your head on the soft, white snow.
You have many regrets with death's last blow.