Come This Modest Spring

Alone I sit, alone I die
As the winter months roll slowly by
Forcing pain deep inside
 So I can feel but something

I watch the world change, I watch it wilt
As I ponder my own forgotten guilt
For taking time as something still
 And yet it changes nothing

To act to harsh, to act so rash
To not act on such a simple task
And to myself I must ask
 What future can this bring

So I seek refuge within my sleep
Hearing things that cannot speak
And feeding that which makes me weep
 To the feeling I do cling

But as snow comes, snow must go
This life I know, I keep below
Because I have it in myself to grow
 Come this modest spring

Like what you read? Give Jeremy Klassen a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.