The window to my soul seems darker now,
Transparency is clouded by crimson blues,
Like stained glass tempered to withstand the blows,
I can see only my life through this disillusion.
The darkness is thick except for these colored rays
Lost, but I’m searching, from here, will I ever find my way?
Cold and alone, in this prison of my own, calm and still.
Like a kiss from above, the blue sunshine warms my face.
Perhaps I am the darkness that the sun longs to reclaim
My heart is the cage, and this prison is its frame.
Can a being, such as me, ever find their saving grace?