Snowfall
Outside dirty curbs, filthy sidewalks,
muddy frozen yards,
garbage cemented to a cold hard world,
the dregs of a season hanging on too long.
The soft fluffy flakes begin to fall,
covering it all in drifts of white.
So beautiful, clean again, deceiving.
Underneath it remains the same.
Her music sounds like snow falling
covering my misery, my agony,
helplessness, hopelessness,
pain, discouragement, despair,
loneliness, purposelessness,
with soft fluffy flakes and gentle drifts of white.
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