Nothing For Me

Again when the snow falls,
the past roars back at me.
How cold the years have been
and lonely the path.
You have watched me struggle
with only your disdain.
The winter steals me,
turns me around.
I have no place to put my thoughts,
they spill out on me and I wear them
like ornaments.
I mumble words when I am alone
but they just fall
out of my mouth to the ground.
I fall to my knees and push them around,
trying to make them mean something.
With a pleading sigh,
I look up at the heavens
but there is no angel for me.
Nothing for me.
Just the snow
and it's cold.