Winter

Winter
by Wren Rogers
My eyes draw down the darkness.
Dim lights glow warm but cold.
They flicker and go out,
Leaving uncertainty of the path,
In the shadow that is no more.
Sometimes one brightens,
But I must turn away from the light too bright.
My eyes, they are use to the dark.
Winter's wind chills the air.
No warmth can penetrate.
Words muffled through the depths,
They cannot lead me beyond where I am.
I keep walking.
My eyes, they are use to the dark.