Snow, snow
constantly falling.
Why can't it go
away and stop stalling
the inevitable boring
classes and stuff
but instead I'm snoring
and surrounded by fluff
My muscles, or rather the lack of,
cannot take the constant movement
of shovel and snow. Punishing my love
of the bad weather and it makes me lament
The days of snowmen and such are gone
slipping through my fingers like the white
powdery snow that falls on the lawn
as I continue to do what is "right".
Trapped in a house with colder souls
oblivious to the sharp ice in my heart
as I watch my siblings happily roll
in the white snow. just a part
of the big wide world
That I do not fit in
my empty shell curled
into a lonely mass of sin
                                       M.C.M