A long day has passed,
Marked by the falling sun,
Visible behind glass
One would think that
A sunset would be fun,
Rather the wind's chill
Settles peacefully
Snow falls, and by night,
It blankets the barren landscape
From a shattered view
I am trapped in a prison
Within an abandoned house
And yet the darkening sky
Puts a smile on
My cold, blue, lifeless lips
From my glass prison
I stare ahead like always,
Forever forced to watch
The scenery that I so enjoy
YOU ARE READING
The Looking Glass
PoetryJust a little something I did for school, I decided I'd share this because I enjoyed writing it like I did with my "Darkness" poem.
