The Crimson Window

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The window to my soul seems darker now.

Its transparency is clouded by crimson blues.

Like stained glass tempered to withstand hard blows,

I can see my life only through this disillusionment.

The darkness is thick except for these crimson rays.

Lost, but I’m searching – from here, will I ever find my way?

Cold and alone, in this prison of my own, calm and still.

Like a kiss from above, the blue sunshine warms my face.

Perhaps I am the darkness that the sun longs to reclaim

My heart is the cage, and this prison is its frame.

Can a being, such as me, ever find their saving grace?

I’d found this old poem which I had written for Reddit a long while ago floating on the internet on someone else’s website. Thought I might as well share it on my own. :p

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Published by The Wolf Boy

Philosophy and English Student. Crypto Enthusiast. Philosopher. Writer. Father. Rebel. Stoic.

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19 thoughts on “The Crimson Window”

  4. “Like a kiss from above, the blue sunshine warms my face.
    Perhaps I am the darkness that the sun longs to reclaim”

    Ohh these lines got to me …..how beautiful ….. how redeeming ….. how poetic! 💕💕💕

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  6. I was about to marked “Cold and alone, in this prison of my own, calm and still.” as my favorite line but the next and the next is just as beautiful, so forget it. I love the whole poem.

    and just wait a minute… you found this poem on someone else website? Did they credit you as a writer? If not, oh my gosh, that’s plagiarism!

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