Winter's Slumber

swallowed up by the darkness this is a ride, this is a ride permitted passenger solitary journey, solitude driven a knowing plunge to despair. down and looping existence relinquished control tethered somehow. still held in place by gravity's hand. twists carve me up. turns leave me gasping registering every mistake ever made. as loop the loop the loop. traction shunts forward motion. screams round corners. may be my own. winter moves onward. seasons don't last light sensed. before the gloom disappears let me recall endured fear as emerge seasoned not enclosed by walls. or secured in place. I will no longer follow a track. spat out on the other side winter is done