Frozen Plague

10.22.08

Sitting in a chair, so that I sat straight
Right across from the window, staring
At the snow as it fell.

And as I sat, I started thinking,
Plagued by personal demons, the fires
They set within.

Pondering at how the older I become,
The more I realize that the world isn't
What I thought it was.

And how each time my eyes cross a mirror
The more I want to create cracks in what
Is staring back in me.

And how everywhere I look is like a puddle
Of water, and I see things that remind me
Of how much I don't like me.

No stamina, no charisma, no strength found in me.
Everywhere people's ignorance plagues me
Yet I'm just the same as them.

And what's worse is that I'm worse than them
For my existence is nothing to no one.
My consciousness merely wanders.

And still the snow is falling, everlasting
Never changing, it never fails,
Out in the fields.

Covering the world in white, it never stops
I raised my heard from my hands and
Shuddered: “So this is life?”