No title poem

Why do my voice not echo
Why do my works end in the desert
Left alone as they die slow
Why dont my words give birth

Why should i go on writing
When i have been cursed by fate
Why do you teach me to have faith
But why am i still writing

If only you would look far north
You would see me freezing up
I am in desperate need of your warmth
Aid me to journey this rugged path

Even in the coldest and deepest of nights
The cock promises us of daylight
I'll move on, success is in sight
I will be optimistic through this times

Here is my entry for the talent contest