Like the autumn frost, regret
creeps through
killing hope like leaves on a tree
nature's tears falling
one
by
one
leaving me bare,
naked in the face of the winter's chill
the blinding snow and biting wind

I let the frost come of my own accord
twining around my heart
my mind
I let myself believe in lies
and so my hope was snuffed out
killed to rise only in a spring
that may never come.