Winter's Pane

Sitting in my pick-up looking at the world outside and reflecting on my world inside, I noticed some similarities...


the world outside the glass is cold and grey
a prison forced to watch it's own decay
the scene, a barren, frozen land
sunlight cannot penetrate this foggy cloak of desolation
all is ugly outside
all is dead outside
all is hopeless for rebirth

my world inside the glass is bleak and pale
a prisoner forced to watch my own decay
my soul, a frigid, heartless void
a single light of hope cannot penetrate this stifling shroud of darkness
I am ugly inside
I am dead inside
I am hopeless for rebirth

by Derek Herzberg