The Sound of Lonely Souls

This cold wind; it cuts, it pierces, it pulls
As I trudge across this freezing plain
The tempest, it howls, the sound of lonely souls
So long I had marched feeling such pain

Then I had seen it, in the distance, a light
So beautiful, so bright, in my hands so warm
Hope bloomed for an end to my long night
I pressed on cutting through the endless storm

In time it faded and I began to see
I'd stumble and fall, it was not meant to be

This cold wind; it cuts, it pierces, it pulls
My tempest, my howls, the sound of lonely souls

Author's Note

Fiance left me 4 months ago, wrote this to cope, it's sloppy with barely any form. Would appreciate constructive criticism