Frosted Window Pane   Leave a comment

Through the frosted window pane of my eyesight,
I look at the frozen, wintery colors. 

Blurred shapes blend past,
Move too fast,
Indistiguishable and Ill defined.

An icy wasteland of interchangeable dreams, 
And defeats.

Contained within the frozen wintery colors
Of my frosted, window pane eyesight. 

– Shaman Romney 2014


Posted 12/30/2014 by Shaman in Poetry

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