Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

Everlasting Contemplation

Sitting at last, free, under the winter night,
The air is a dry, crispy, sweet bowl of warm delight.
In a glass door as I enter a building,
I delicately observe myself in the mirror;
sometimes, wearing a smile;
sometimes, bearing a frown;
other times, completely seeing past myself, pensive.

Gazing out a closed glass window,
Full of haze but soon to be opened.
To perpetually bask in the blanket of snow,
floating – everlastingly – in those white fields
is my desire. What a dreary life!

Perhaps hope is lost in the winding paths of the woods?
Gone from the Pandora's box?
Does anyone ever understand?
A body made of glass; it shattered.
s                   e
  c              r      d
    a         e                fragment.
      t     t

Oh, a simple leap beyond this glassy threshold!
Execrating this abounding wretched pain;
solitude, silence,
Eternal solace...

Despite the desolate, delusional snowy white,
a scent of warmth surrounds me,
waking up feeling at peace,
An everlasting black hole.

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