A Piece of poetry

Here

Dark gray sky is stripping my fears.
I can feel these icy black tears.
Chilly fog is weaving under my feet.
Here I am, lying in a damp pit.

My wet hair is covering my face.
Heart is slowing down its pace.
I am hidden from this cruel realm,
Here, where I am.

The trees are convulsing, yearning to leave.
Their leaves are no longer green.
They don't want to be seen, just like me.
We would rather stay here...