Red I Pray, Blue I Stay

Roses have wilted with the coming winter,
much of life has withered and died.
I have been sitting here for sometime now,
Waiting and watching, reckoning on
Everything that I gaze upon, strangely;
The world itself seems turning blue
Breaking into my sight of very reality.
Before I am too far gone and lost;
Even the chimes of church bells once jubiliant,
seem to echo the throes of a widows tears,
if there be something as nothingness.
It is still enough for any of us to hold on to,
on my purpose, and no hope nor prayers;
can stop my breath as it turns to
a rattle of that life, all which is left.