Bitter winter

Death hangs
So bitterly in the air.
This cold crisp winter,
Just too much to bare.

A shiver of chills
Runs so frantically down my spine.
As I turn from the coffin,
Hating to leave you behind.

A glance in your direction,
And tears fill up my eyes.
Questions cloud my judgement,
I can't help but ask you why.

Tears shake my body,
As I desperately fall to the ground.
Fold my hands, begin to pray,
Hoping these answers will soon be found.