held fast between these walls.
My home is a fortress
where no light shines.
In this world there is only darkness,
nothing bright bleeding through;
There, then, is the red!
So vibrant, so true!
From the darkness there is light,
from grey, color;
I had longed for something more,
I had once sought to bloom.
And from beneath the ruins
where I was searching, there you stood--
And once more I have found
hope, sweet hope
to guide me through."
Read more like this throughout the collection of poems penned from the heart of yet another aspiring poet; tales of love and of tragedy, coalescing to form a beautiful painting of the life of a lonely soul.