Window (poetry)

Peering through the glass

I view the monochrome existence that surrounds me

Small specks of rain tap against the glass

In the distance the floral scenery begin to bloom, 

Due to the sun beginning to rise and peek above the gloomy clouds

They bloom just to rot away and continue the cycle

My breath began to fog up my vision

Blinding my view of the outside once more

Leaving me to be alone with my thoughts and view my own world as grey