Destroyed

  The sun began to drift slowly into view, waiting to meet the untouched bed of snow.  The sun finally peeked over the horizon, almost bursting with joy, impatiently waiting to see its old friend again.  The beautiful sight he was expecting to see had vanished, replaced only with a sight as sorrowing as death.

I destroyed it.

I destroyed the beauty.

I destroyed the perfection.

The guilt rushed through me.

Destroyed.  

The sun's rays burned me.  

Destroyed.  

The cold snow froze me. It destroyed me.  

I was ruined

                 like the snow on the ground.