So Long The Winter Poem by Kevin Carney

The winter is so long…
Never ending does it seems…
The grey, the cold…
Loneliness upon the hill.
The barren trees, all alone…
Straining to stand majestically…
So barren of leaves in the bitter cold.
It’s like death, the long cold wait.
Frozen, in limbo of the earth and celestial plane.
What will it be in the end?
Breathe and life, ended in a tragedy.
Lying so cold on that hard morgue slab.
Can you see you’ll be missed?
Will they line up to send you off?
Will they turn their backs on you?
Will the priest look down at you?
And damn you for what you have done…
It wasn’t so hard to figure out…
The days before you started to slip from reality…
So sullen and melancholy, it just wasn’t your nature…
Deep inside you started to withdraw…
Too long the days of grey…
Too much the time of cold and being alone…
Too much the silence within your mind…
All the factors to play on your sanity.
Edging it slowly away with each and every snow…
Leading you down a path, not many will go…
The fire in the fireplace flickers and flashes…
Starting to loose its brightness…
So ironic it is, you seem to be leaning this way.
As the cold of the room starts to creep in…
Your own heart and mind edges this way.
As the flame of the fireplace starts to die…
So does you mind seem to go this…
A sharp retort breaking silence of the night…
As the revolver drops, the log falls away…
Leaving the life of both edging away.