Snow

Tired very tired

The snow

The empty void

Of a life that should

Have been there now

Still nothing is left

Only a fantasy and a vague memory

Fading in the afternoon

Darkness

Love will end

The world and me

But

On the bottom

Of the ocean

Well hidden in gorges

There are life thriving there

Without the sun, only the volcanic heat

There is safety in the darkness

No Plans

I did not plan this

This was not my dream

Only tired reality

Options

Still the depression

Looms like a huge bird

Waiting for its pray

To come out into

The sunlight