Ghostwriter's anonymous

Snow days 

It's still snowing the wind blows, no leaves growing,

my emotions are blank palettes of empty oceans,

The deepest blue, im seeking truth but what's the use.

I rocked the boat once, but that was in my youth,

I'm older know, I'm sober now, there's no excuse.

It's colder now, but the snow days arent fitting proof,

of a struggle, you waste a day and you'll be in trouble, 

I used to feel so alone, but now its just a puddle