Like frost on Autumn leaves,
your silence engulfs me.
Your needles of anger stab in me,
slowing causing my essence to decay.
It seems now with the passing of every moment another piece of me crumbles.
I desperately try to hide behind my last withering leaves,
but the fierce wind of your fury carry them away--
leaving me with the nakedness of truth.

Here I stand in a field of nothingness...
My crystallized limbs stretched out towards you,
but despite my efforts I remain alone.
The cold winter has set in and all I can do is hope that when spring arrives,
I will have had enough time to recover.
Perhaps one day I will bloom back into the beautiful being I once was.