Posts Tagged ‘Stained-glass’

My mind is a stained-glass window,
My morals and ideals are the glass,
My thoughts and opinions are the colors,
Vivid greens and ethereal blues,
Lavish golds and dazzling maroons,
Elegant purples and magnificent beryls.

The outside sunshine of ideas bursts through my mind.
Invigorating me and corrupting me.
Teaching me and enslaving me.
Inspiring me and daunting me.
Caressing me and challenging me.
Making me human.

A sudden trauma.
An unhappy incident.
A man-made hurricane.
A terrible crime.
An attempted murder.
It shatters my stained-glass mind,
Sending fragments of ideas flying here and there.

My mind’s a mess now.
Fragmented, you know.
Sentences begin here and end over there.
Ideas are ruined,
Sent awry,
Spilled over the floor in bits.

Wonders live in my mind no longer,
Only horrors.
Greens become horrific snakes,
Red become heartless demons,
Blues become contorted clowns,
Made of stained-glass shards all.
My stained-glass mind is ruined.
I’m human no more.

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