Winter Night

Tis a desolate winter night. Not a single star in sight. Not a moon or drop of light. Deep in winters coldest bite. No movement, not a single breeze. Not the smallest hope to seize. Some say I made my own selection. That is not my recollection. We all must deal with what we're given. Matters not which way we're driven. At first you think your path is clear. Then change occurs as fate draws near. The path you chose becomes so blurry. Now you must begin to worry. Of this path you've had your fill. Down your spine runs such a chill. Can't go back you must move on. Now feeling you're but someone's pawn. Telling you it was your choice. Knowing you had not a voice.. Each step you take becomes a burden. It's not the way of that you're certain. Alone and lost in blackest night. Pushing on you've gotta fight. Is there someone who will give aid? I think not I am afraid. Though our paths may cross sometime. We walk along just like we're blind. We stumble on no one around. Hoping that we can be found. Life is such a lonely place. With all the horrors we must face.