Sometimes, it's inevitable, I think to stop ourselves from walking towards them even though it hurts, but then it hurts either way when we're pulled away by force... I like the tone of this write, and it's very close to how I myself write at times, I'd say. Acceptance or rather defeat, despite wanting something else, is what I got from this poem. Interesting read. -Dr. YumnaKay
Every December snow becomes a shroud. Intensity in the emotions flowing through the poem is simply touching. Thanks for sharing.10 points.-Ratnakar Mandlik