Dedicated to Unix-Girl
I press my nose against the glass,
Watching my breath smoke over the window,
The outside world so close,
Yet always separated from me,
To smash the glass would be so simple,
Like crushed ice it would fall,
Fresh air spilling in through the hole,
Gently caressing my face,
When the rain patters against the pane,
It sends tingles down my spine,
My reflection looks back at me,
Tears or rain sliding down her cheek,
The overhead lights glowing brightly,
A cruel copy of the sun,
Casts my shadow out in front of me,
Makes outside look so dark,
Rain or sun, cold or hot,
I will always be this side of the glass,
For this is my life,
And this is my burden.
YOU ARE READING
The Song of the Sun and the Moon
PoetryThe passion of the burning sun and the cool caress of the silver moon. Credit of graphics to ArtfulPoet- thank you so much for designing an amazing cover for my book! Credit of image to Dorina Costras
