My Beauty

Small trees,
desolate wasteland,
dead plants,
snowy grounds.
The light?
It hurts;
but it,
feels good.
The sun,
how sad,
how beautiful,
how unfortunate?
My love,
My sacred,
My temple,
My Beauty.
Now tears
roll down
my cheek.
What's this?
Emotions now?
But nothing
not one
for you.
I want
to help,
to be.
Something else!
Anything else!
Somebody loved,
Somebody worshipped,
Somebody happy.
But no,
doomed again,
cursed again
by God.
Forever alone,
Forever sad,
no more,
My Beauty.