The Window

A snowy site before my eyes
a blurred scene, covered all in white
And in the glass my reflection stares
Focused, on the scratches left by the years

The scratches superimposed on my face
Dreams of past and events of pain
The windowless hut across the lane
Covered in snow with no view of the pain

A window to the whole world
A boon or a curse untoward ?
A window on a frosty day
Reflecting the creature within and ghouls away

My vision blurred
No thoughts returned
Just an etching on the hazy layer
And how my thoughts go astray


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