Before I write this poem I just want to say it is something I actually Personally experienced!

The sun was setting over the trees,

She sat there frozen with nature,

For the first time in awhile she noticed,

Noticed how beautiful it was,

Calm it was,

How still everything had become, she felt the light breeze over her skin,

As she sat there by the edge of the hill,

Like she’d never f...

It was winter, the coldest season to be alone. But there I was alone. Again…. Another cold night with no one to hold, no one to turn to. Everything that once was, is now gone.

Just like erery year I walk this path and when I reach the end there’s that… cave. That dark curved cave. The slippery rocks always seem so beautiful in the winter time, but the ice-cycles pierced down with the horror r...