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?