The picture I see; is it part of me.
Does my eyes reprieve or my mind deceive?
This picture I hold, truth I am told.
Lies will only defy, leave me to cry.
One frame within, could it be sin.
Windows of my mind; can be so unkind.
One frame of love; shines from above.
Waves that flow behind; twirl and unwind,
Images in front, build within this shunt.
Colors mold my view, creating all anew.
Such vivid hues, lend to the clues.
Windows of my mind, what shall I find.
Agony or peace, or my eternal release,
Escaping from me, when will it be?