| Sheets of winter
fall across the window pane of my life. I try to look out, but I can only see the snowstorm, instead of the world. Somewhere out there, there is somebody who wants to hold me, but why can't I find them from inside this snowstorm? Why am I trapped behind this bastille de cold? Why can't I make it out to what I need? Why must I be kept here, a prisoner, with the company, of only my own loneliness, when somebody out there, is waiting for me. Immured in my own ice 'd prison, while the world revolves outside, without me, while I watch the sheets of winter falling across my window pane. |
Note: The Lin thought it'd be better without the 3rd and 4th stanzas, so if it went straight from the 2nd to the last, and had only 3 stanzas total. I felt like there wouldn't be enough character building and/or pining without that.