an untitled poem written three years ago

I have written this poem 3 years ago. I think during my "good old days". I was surprised to see this poem cause all the while i thought i have deleted it, but it turned out that i have saved a copy into my email add (drafts).. Now, I'm trying to figure out what am I thinking, what am i feeling the time i have written this... hmmm...

As the rain gently falls

 As the cold wind wafts over my face

  As I succomb for warmth

      I felt a sense of obscurity …

In the stillness of the night

Where toads and crickets

Are my company

I tried to grapple for some air.

Turning my head,

I tried to seek for some refuge

Yet,

 There was none.

         Ahhhhh…….

                                                                  Solitude!

    So saccharine yet so pungent

  Now, I am insipid.