Agony

Silent in the now is snow that falls to ground

like the creep of agony where it can be felt

and I wonder of the two which will be heard

far beyond the borders of this present time.

Snow will leave, depart, and completely disappear

when seasons change and herald in the warm and beautiful

but of agony it beds right in and stays to reappear

at the moment of inception of remembrances.

Inception?  Yes, the start of and the very beginning

grows and grows till finally it reaches the end

but agony, that fateful thing, slips past the end

and settles down to await the next sure beginning.

How stupid to believe agony’s a thing like me

that at a thought, an accident, or the run out of time

will leave, depart, completely disappear,

and leave a vacant bed where once it nestled in!