When Trees Cry Poem by Leonid Gonzalez

Why oh why didn’t I die
I have danced with death
Oh so many times,
I truly believe my time is nigh

I look back on my life and wonder
If anything should have been different and ponder
At the roads I have traveled and wandered
The stones left unturned

I feel my light is waning
Atropo’s grip is straining
My life’s precarious string
The three fates are laughing

I am so afraid of who I will leave behind
I know that life won’t be so kind
Oh how I wish I could out run this pain
Of not being able to show them the way

My short bitter winter is waning
The light of my life is dimming
The only witness’s to my life
Are the trees and they are crying