A cold wind by Adam Parry

It comes on the wind left
Footprints and strands of hair
It came on the new wind and
Took so many away.

When did life become
 so hindered by dirty snow?
When did the wind blow down that chimney?
Left the hearses engines running and a robin in the gutter. It came on the wind and wiped out a multiverse of minds' imaginations.

But the cruel wind kills and flows on, through sadness and fear and has no choice to take and take and take.
The wind though hasn't taken me away and maybe it'll take a lot more years to blow me down.