Lost in the Mind

Between the trees of falling snow 
Wonders a man deep below 
Awear of only the cold 
He pickup his pace, he lets go. 

He looks behind, his footsteps hold 
Him from his past untold 
Hidden, he releases his strife 
The coldness captures him twofold 

Far from the town, there once a life 
Here his heart stabbed by a knife 
Silentlly screaming through the dark night 
Deeper he goes into the woods, still life. 

The cold becomes a numb delight 
Retreating into a leading light 
No evidence of a burial site  
Lost moments, it is his right.