Analysis of cold

It used to be sunny,
During winter days.
There used to be light,
At the end of each tunnel.

I used to feel the breeze,
Of the blooming flowers.
Roses used to fall,
From my head to my toes.

But not knowing where it leads.
I never knew that days ,
Will turn into months,
Months will turn into years.

By not even saying goodbye!
Killing my joy and laughter,
Left me with a vexed heart,
Hindering everything,
That was in me...