Bitter
A wicked winter day
Ice and cold to the bone
The trees covered in glass
Creaking like small screams
I sit with my back to an oak
It’s bark rough and uncaring
The snow coldly embracing me
I look to the sky
Nothing. Never was
Never will be
Metal in my mouth
A tear in my eye
A click
A flash
I see my boot
Digging weakly
Crimson down my chest
Another failure in a life of many
Could not end things clean
The view begins to fade
The world turns to grey
The winter does not weep for me