Waiting it out

Travel the world,
the wind and I breathe as one.
Walk to escape the dark waiting at home,
It understands,
The cover of warmth,
the sun use to provide,
but it's time is almost over now.
And cold will rule not only the ground,
but my life as well.
I keep thinking I could out run it,
but I was proven wrong,
I provide false warmth,
a synthetic sun,
It only survives for a little while.
And as I start to truly believe there is nothing left,
The leaves erupt into flame,
Falling to my feet,
how fitting my down fall is the earths as well,
As defense comes crashing down,
embers land softly on earth,
The wind picks up,
Flushing dirt out of its hiding spots,
Creating a cloud I can't see past.
There is no escape,
as the sun starts to set,
I return back home,
where it all starts over again,
With one sigh,
the wind calms down as well,
The sky crashes
as my chest heaves silent sobs.
Raining down onto the earth below.
Waiting for this reality to fade away,
be reborn into a fresh start.
But there is no rebirth for me to look forward to.
I must make due with what I have,
Pulling my crumbing walls closer to me,
Providing the little warmth they have.
Creating a wall against the elements,
trying to take all I have.
But brick piles don't provide mush safety.
So I have to wait to rebuild,
But nothing stops long enough for me to deal with the problems at hand.
The wind grabs glass and rips me to shreds,
Earth blinds as it lands in my already stinging eyes,
But I know some day it will subside.
I crouch behind the small pile I call defense.
Waiting it out,
as I always have.