W - Wake

Wayward winds whirl, warping the already weathered wings of the wanderer Weakly wobbling through winters widespread wall of white Week after week the weather weighs down Withered more by his wife's words than the wrath of the wailing wind Weary this wager will not warrant the wealth he wanted, but a widow watching out her window wondering where her warrior is Wheezing as he wades through the frozen waters Whelmed by worry Wishing he withheld this wisdom before walking Is a wage worth well-being and the potential wounds he wields? He weeps while he is wrenched from this world in a wave of warmth The willfulness in his whimpers traveled like whispers across the west wind Welcomed with wreaths by the worn and waiting