Life's Winter Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running as fast as possible, watching as life runs out
of time right in the center of it, not able to prolong
it even a moment longer.

Wanting to hold on, looking to carry on in different ways
somehow, letting everything go, wilting away in the winter
of life.

No way to hold onto important things and moments in life,
wind blowing, chilling me to the bone, worried beyond any
comprehension that nothing can be done anymore.

Nowhere left to hide, standing on the edge of midnight with-
out any hope of staying alive, watching as night opens it's
eyes and we fall under it's final covers at long last, un-
able to fulfill life any longer.