It’s cold outside the covers–the world is
So he builds his life within these walls
Smothered by the company of certain
Appalled at the thought of trial
“These walls,” he says, “these covers,
they’ve been only friend.”
He uses this to justify watching the rain
From his window.
Outside looking in at himself
so inside is outside his reach.
Steps,
Peaks
He’s told himself he can’t take or attain.
The man who seeks nothing,
Never finds himself within it
He’s not as lost as the raindrops tapping his window pane,
But has never found their peace.
Inside looking outside himself
scared by what outside might bring in
Or release.
He waits there and wonders why.