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Stained

I used to see colors of different hues

Then I only saw all blues

Clouds once white now heavy gray

I think I’ll sulk here and stay

Love once pure, now it’s stained

Everything lost, nothing gained

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Looking Through Stained Glass Windows

the colors vivid, a picturesque image

she stood there her eyes sullen and sickly

her hair she tried to keep kempt

alas! to no avail

 

she stood there, mouth gaping and closing

as if talking but without words

watching but not seeing

what does she see through those eyes?

 

painted with beautiful colors

stained by the years in the uncaring world she knew

heart hardened like stone

now she stands, almost motionless

where the colors meet like a warm summer’s day

 

she drifts, perhaps into oblivion

perhaps into consciousness

she stands there, staring

what does she see through those eyes, I wonder?