• I live in a box made of tinted glass -
    Yesterday I felt strong enough to chip away
    At the darkness that kept me.

    But upon the hour, I begin to regret -
    Living in my tiny world of dark glass
    Seeing the world in overcast -

    I hid away.

    Finally opening the sleek walls that
    Bathed me in their ink -
    Life has preyed upon me.

    Digesting the forbidden Fruit of Optimism -
    Hope lodged itself inside my mind
    And as malignant tumors do

    Hope threaded through my veins.

    How foolish I am for chipping away
    At the dark skies of my earth
    Filling them with joy!

    But I caress the edge of this joy blade -
    Sharp and swift mirroring his Hope partner,
    Slicing the outlines of the

    Boundries to Paradise.

    So today, I feel the burn of dancing upon
    The crevices of Love - sinking deep within their
    Dark hollowed parts.

    What was once true, is now uncertain -
    Flirting with hope never made clear
    How much you mean to me.

    (I lost)