The blinds are pulled open.
I awake to the youthful yellow sun,
tap-dancing across my thousand-pound eyelids.
Slowly, the universe around me comes into view,
and I recall that the world outside my sun room,
is both pain and salvation.
A phone lightly chimes in the midst of reminisence,
and I watch myself pick up the reciever./
The shades are pulled shut.
The Crimson orb I used to welcome is blocked from view,
its blood-red appearence and warmth,
hindered by a thousand 12 inch lineoleum strips.
Two more are gone.
Cody and Kyle.
Victims of the twisted world outside my sun-room,
and martyrs of their own emotional war./