Struggling for survival

Survival Sonnet by Scot Warren

Into the night within winter’s first snow
It’s cold and dark, a spooky kind of night
I’m left walking; there is no place to go
In the cold and the dark I am in fright

Losing all feeling, I lie down and sleep
Never to awake, understanding fate,
Life is relinquished; I know I’m in deep.
Hoping to live I know it is too late.

I awake in a dream, my final rest.
Wandering my new-found world, I do fear,
My lonely existence is truly blest.
From under my shadow, lights do appear.

Survival put under the final check
Somehow I manage to escape this wreck.