Glass Windows

Clearly I can see,
(Beyond the whispers,
Calling to my hidden sins),
A sunset rose,
And gilded walls,
Protecting a lonely,
Beautiful,
Gilded doll.

Outside,
Outside my room,
I see land,
Sky and sea,
Beauty effervescent,
Being...

I am trapped,
Trapped,
Trapped in a room of no walls,
The Glass Windows,
Some leading to my walls,
Abandoned long ago,
To protect the saddened doll inside,
And the others on the outside.

I meant to return,
To be with him,
Or her,
(I never figured out),
When my wanderings were at an end.
But Trapped I was,
In the past I was,
Glass windows,
To my exploits lead,
And futures abandoned,
Forced to watch the world go on,
With,
Or without me.

Nothing saddened,
Nothing Lied,
Nothing Dreamed,
I was trapped inside,
Nothing Whispered,
Nothing Waned,
Trapped inside the Window panes.

The Cracks that riddled,
Through the air,
Wandering Vacant,
Lots it seems,
Nothing left to do.
All my friends,
All my life,
Died While I was behind the lie,
Of a singular,
Singular,
Window Pane.

Now I'm angry,
Now I'm mad,
Now I'm worse than that old hag.
I'm mean, I'm cruel,
And Despair will reach that last great witch,
For in my anger,
The Glass Window won't last forever.
All I need,
Is a single twitch.

ISA