Analysis of Impossible pursuit

A dreary winter's day
Snow piercing my skin like pieces of broken glass yet not actually felt from within
Mind on a standstill from all the cold
Yet no cold I do feel
Loud wails from my aching head like thunder was being made from within
Yet a whimper is all that is being heard

In my kingdom of isolation
An impossible dream my willing but sick body and soul pursue
Yet something holds me down
The very own snow that I am a source of lonely and lost define my every attribute

Lying in snow I be
Eyes unwilling to look because what lies in sight holds no hope
I hear a rustle and turn to its direction
Hoping to see a saviour's face
In my turning I pray that this glimpse bring me salvation

But alas, my world darkens, my eyelids fail to give my eyes sight of what I hoped was a saviour and there I was on the ice cold snow.