Just a Soul in The Snow

Writer's Note: this poem is dedicated to Catgypsy and all of my cherished followers who all have touched my life and inspired me to exist even when there was no reason.

Thank you, Kenneth Avery

Born in hot blood, fierce words, hate and war

I took my place. I hated my race. Even loathed even more my face.

Cheap work was pictured blood and fear, nothing but poverty to show

Who's that, the little boy asked. Oh, just another soul in the snow

I lost my name, the booze I tamed, and time to me stood outside

I watched him die, my lady gently cried, and my two friends became darkness

I dug his grave with shovel so true, she wrapped herself in adultery no clue

What's that, she mumbled so low,

Nothing. Just another soul in the snow

Foreign, tasteful and loving misses, nights of nameless passion, I craved

Hunger, plague, and death were sneaking while angels of nowhere always peeking

My feet sank in dew, a bellow so true, my eyes longed for a spell in a grave

Is he your foe? Then He signed, no, just another soul in the snow

Eyes of murder, heart so thin, steps to stop, steps to begin

Babies sang thrice, Redbirds talked twice, and "she" lured with such nice eyes

My Buick! Oh, my Buick! Why did they rob me late at night?

I'm nothing to see, nothing to use, all I am is someone else's muse

What's his name, said Johnson Bedlow, with wages high and low

Sorry, sir, his gopher didn't know. Aww, he's just a soul in the snow

In final hour, I crawled the tower to where He had His Book

My legs were gone, my hands were bone, and my eyes, the colors seen shown

My breath now a number. My life now a slumber. I begged for a place. Just a place

I' m no king. I own no ring. I hunger for peace above and below

You see, all I am is just a soul in the snow