Burnt by Winter

Where is this place,

It is stuck in a permanent winter,

The snow never moves,

Always frozen in the same position,

As if time has stopped before me,

It is always alone,

 

Nobody greets me,

As I sit alone,

Watching the wandering souls,

I seem to be accompanied,

Yet the souls don't exist,

They aren't real,

 

They are but memories,

Burn into my mind,

Never to return, I am so cold,

No warmth is here for me,

Not in my mind, nor soul,

It is so tiring,

 

For every day,

I wake alone after a dreamless sleep,

Look to my left,

And see the empty spot,

Remembering what could've been,

I ended myself,

 

Cursed forever to be burnt by the memories,

In this 'Winter Wonderland'.