Thirsty Darkness

She 

stood aloof

nothing stood in the way of her purpose.

buffeted by the cool winter breeze,

nothing stood but

She

had watched others fall to the whirr

or tumble into thirsty darkness

but she refused to let the world assign her pain.

Her pain was her own.

She

stands calmly, patiently awaiting tomorrow.

will it bring an end or another beginning?

what use in new predictions?

tomorrow we chase the yesterdays

we did not catch today. 

(again.)

She

will herald the end to nothingness

by giving in to it

and tumbling into thirsty darkness

as winter blows itself away