Twelve Miles to Live

I lost my way
Night is my blanket
Snow is my pillow
I agonize under the blackened sky

Where should I crawl onwards
Once clear paths were hidden from my eyes
Surrounded by black birds
I'm waiting for my demise

I run back over
My mistakes weigh heavy on my chest
I hold on to the past

I cry in the wind
Like abandoned fawns
It slowly approaches between the bald trees
Running on soft paws

Trying to hide into the
Inviting warmth
Of the looming snow
From its impending shadow

With narrowed eyes setting my teeth
Just twelve miles to live
The last effort to find shelter and fire

Sad groves witness me
Don't croon my elegy
My body merges into the moorlands
An eventual scenery

Where should I crawl onwards
Once clear paths were hidden from my eyes
Surrounded by black birds
I'm waiting for my demise

With narrowed eyes setting my teeth
Just twelve miles to live
The last effort to find shelter and fire