Through the darkness of an ebony night
the echo of their laughter is all I can hear,
though I want to shut it out.
A grayscale world taking over mine,
the only colors the topaz and stark white;
lines on a road that I will never follow.

I feel so isolated, on this island full of people
and not a single one who understands.
Through the dark, foreboding emerald eyes flash,
a jealousy I will always have.
Their laughter rings,
though I am empty.

I could walk a thousand miles
and sprint a hundred times
to never outrun myself.

I am firmly rooted to where I've grown,
though the sky around me turns stale.
I stare with a sorrel gaze at everything I covet,
the air I cannot grasp.
I plead to the wind, and I sing to the trees
though it never breaches the wall of frost
surrounding what I am.