As the sky goes dark

and daylight seems to fade,

I wonder if my time spent living

was worth the life I've made.

Chilling wind bites at my back,

with teeth of cold regret.

It fingers dance across my eyes,

and leave them dripping wet.

I'm tired and I'm harried,

Running there to here.

It's a wonder they didn't come before,

these time repentant tears.