FROST

My eyes wander over the grass

The frost shines in the fresh light

A gust of wind casts an idle leaf across the lawn

Although I am looking through a window,

I can feel the gust of wind, and feel the new frost

I feel as if I'm there, within the world oh so big

But I know that I'm trapped within a prison

The one place that seems so safe, but is not

The place where every item of your possession is

This place is supposedly called home

It does not seem this way

The yelling and screaming force me into a room, a cell

Within this cell is every item of mine

But none satisfying enough

As the yelling and screaming dies down

I wander back into the hell, the one place that I cannot stop the hellish things

I sit back in my chair and look out the window

My eyes wander over the grass, as I notice the frost