Facing Failure

Now the snow just as might lay cloaking all the remains shrouding of all the wounds and sores of losses and fatigue with pure, white amnesia
The shrieking ruin of a hard winter's kiss takes forever more summers to mend
Rather it lay cold and dead than revealed in all it's necrotic splendour
In days of revolt
I too would carry a torch and swing at my arrows
But time is ruthless and heals nothing
For the sun uncovers by it's taunting rays are like swords to lies life and dreams, however nightmarish (are built upon)