The tree leafs are starting to turn as my heart starts to weep. Winter's chill is creeping up to my window the morning doves a coo. I wake to another day alone way before the morning sun shines. Four thirty in the morning has returned. "I need to get up, need to go to work."  Hot coffie brings me little comfort, I sit on my bed again thinking of my life, "Oh lord the things that I have done". The cold brings out of me more then just a snively noise, the cold like a grave...the times that have past.....the things that I should have said. Time marches on with or with out me I  place my heavy jacket on ready to battle the course of my days life. The tree leafs have stoped turning, winter's chill is looking into my home, the morning doves are silent as my heart drys out.....

Justin T Dudley@ 2011