The Winterness.

The cold despair,

the eerie chill,

the darkness of the frozen wastes.

The soft lies gently floating on the breeze,

the ice burg of regret which hits me every time,

the piercing eyes, freezing my heart with fear.

The hard words that melt my heart with sadness,

the pouring rain which mirrors the tears in my eyes,

the bare trees of memories which still haunt my withered soul.