Waiting
I stare blankly out my window
With my head against the lifeless glass
I watch the wind dance with the snow
And burn my flesh on the ice cold brass
Cursing at the painful sting, of waiting for the time to pass
The children play and run around
While I'm stuck behind my internal casque
Waiting to be found
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