• a cold september
    draws a white winter
    on a crisp and eerie landscape
    mornings glow covered by last nights snow
    snuffed out by mid days fog
    a still calm and lonely quiet
    while everything remains suspended
    walking through clouds unlifted
    your thoughs racing,remain unsifted
    droling upon vacant trails
    wandering still wondering
    why you have lost everything
    you worked so hard to watch it fall
    you earned it burnt it now its gone
    start from scratch a new begining
    make or break in the biting cold
    tough breaks have you growing old
    past your prime before your time
    your hair turns gray as snow
    but you keep trying
    even though you're dying
    in hopes you make it
    before you die