Snow

Depression settles in
Like it’s sediment and sin
So does penitence recind
When the liniments of then
Are itinerant and thin
Not a semblance of a grin
While my innocence is penned
By the venom of the end

And where am I to go
When the terror and the woe
That the mirror ever shows
Ever clearer as the foe
Draws me nearer when I sow
All the error I bestow
It’ll bury me below
In a barrier of snow