gone - bone – the wincing branch

i am a branch under the weight
of snow
and ice
the aggressive attack
of a world
that chills to the bones
that they try to

break apart
i hear cracks

every moment,
tiny fissures in my desire
for life
and i am waiting
each dry and windy moment
for that final snap
and crumble
the sweet relief of
the battle lost
as the howls
and cries,
the names of those
who i could once
lean on
here