Clouded Glass

Fingertips pressing into clouded glass,

Staring through empty space,

Feeling time thickly flow by,

Dipping toes into cool wetness,

Droplets squeezing life out of the solitude.

Looking up at a distant sun

Between the shadowed petals

Reaching into the atmosphere;

The life that withers into dust

Before the sun comes up.

Fingertips press into slightly clearer glass,

Staring through empty space,

Wishing for the world

Beyond the cold-walled cell.

Wishing to grow from the capture,

Like a flower,

Shadowed petals reaching up

Into the atmosphere,

Withering into dust

Just as the sun comes up.


About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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One Response to Clouded Glass

  1. Nishita13 says:

    Beautiful Imagery. Emotions just captured. 🙂

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