I observe the outside world below
From the Confines of my windowsill.
Grayscale clouds lay looming, Lowly
Peaceful as I'm holding still.
I listen to the roaring silence
Its Crushing Weight inside my head.
Deprivation of sleep steals me
From the Dust and Drag of bed.
A Lament calls from snow-filled landscape
Hiding colors underneath.
A blanket undisturbed by movement,
Snow will soon to earth bequeath.