I am lost

Life is a fire that won’t burn forever
It freezes, it fades
Hope is the curse of the individual
It dies with him
Fear is the individual’s lust for life
Paralyzing, it kills
Nature is a mother who eats her own young
Without care

Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading
Soul and body falls to the ground

Remember the seasons of temperate beauty?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain
Death hides not in the summer’s warm winds
But a winter breeze can kill

Winter is a beast that tortures the strong
And kills the weak
Cold are the devils that walk this dark time
They, who bite and sting
Snow is the blanket of a world at rest
It smothers, it chills
Winter is the beast that renews the land
And kills the weak

I am lost, and have become weak.