Closing my eyes my mind numbs from the cold,
Not from this world, But a Place once made of gold
a place of comfort, happiness and true love,
But now I reside in a place where I slip on coats and gloves,
a garden once planted, Now looks lifeless and in dyer need,
a small wound once insignificant, Now continues to bleed,
a world that was everything I wanted and so much more,
Is now a dilapidated building, paint chipping, and a dirt floor,
the sky was so blue, the puffy clouds radiated life and love
is Now dark and ominous, like a storm hoovers above,
I used to curl up with warmth, a small glint in my eye,
But now the only thing my eyes see, Is the tears that I cry
streaching out my arms, my muscles ache from being still,
a slow crawl across the cold hard floor, I take in my fill
holding the wall, then the sill, the panes covered in a dirt crust
using my finger I make a heart, the glass shatters like dust
It is then I see the outside, the warm air rushes In
the birds in a chirping frenzy, the trees sway in the wind,
The flowers blooming in vibrant colors, a rainbow would be proud
the sky so bright and blue, with slow moving marshmallow like clouds,
One at a time, I draw another heart on each dirty pane,
and each one shatters, with a small whisper of your name
Once they have all been diminished to not much more than a pile
I slip my soul through the opening, and for the first time, I smile
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