The wind blows...

A coldness creeps into my skin
my skin soaked wet and
shaking by itself when
the wind blows.

I shouldn't be here...

A coldness creeps into my mind
my mind shocked numb and
pacing round itself with
doubts and fears.

Too far away...

Too far away from sanity
from those who support me
or those who know me -
distantly.

The time approaches...

A slowness creeps into my time
my time of waiting, fearing,
inevitably approaching is
the fateful moment.

The darkness drains...

The darkness drains to early dawn
early dawn of gray and silent
tension and regret like
failing darkness.

The wind blows...

I silence my mind.
Lock down on the moment.
My eyes sift through the early light.
I raise my rifle.