the barren earth

the snow gently falls to cover the
            barren earth
the beautiful reflection of light,
the calm, cold wind
the bitter, harsh air;
they're gone.

all that remains,
i have fallen so far.

my reason, my confidence,
my life, my love
have gone.

in this dark forest,
i am alone.
            i am all alone.

all that remains,
i have fallen,
i have fallen so far.

I look back at this poem as one of the most visual I've ever written, just above fall for love. I think the sentiment is pretty obvious, and this was written in a pretty dark moment, one of the darkest I have ever had, but not quite the darkest. Still, when I read it, I see a beautiful, if very, very cold, picture in my mind. Time and experiences change my retrospective view of this, certainly.