the wasteland

Seeping through the night
The dark bitter winds close in.

The windows barred;
Shut down.
Barricaded
Against the onslaught.
Yet it seeps.
Wafting in through cracks and chinks.
Windows and doors,
The walls - weathered.
Battered. Battered. Battered.
How long will they survive?
How long can they stand?

Worn. Worn. So worn.
This wretched cold.

A raging fire burns.
Too benign for this cold.
Burning. Burning.
Flickering.
Snuffed out.

Only the cold remains.
The bitter winds.
Shrieking and howling
Thorough a battered soul.

Now we are united in independence.
Lost and forsaken.
No tears
For what was lost was never ours.
Transitory...
But for one moment there was life.

What's left is not the respect of life turning to death.
Just fading away into Desolation.
Lost. Fading into that wasteland of dreams.