Blue Window

***Blue Window****

Mist on the window, clouding it up, like icy steam,
I open it up, rest my arms on the windowpane,
look down to see more mist, its dreadful,
I look for a future,but it still goes wretched,
wrenched in a bunker, on knees in a muddy trench,
holding down the fort, result isnt worth it,
this is a fight to the death, me and despair,
vainful in a cold room of blurring holograms,
these memories fade like melting spoons,

My eyes flash realization.
I cannot see through the window,
its vanquished my illumination,
run into a demon, a nymph,
My mind has become bleak and worrisome,

*But I slowly forget, and yet forgive,
Yet I get careless, and I get reckless,
should get ruthless,
should pull the trigger on revenge?
drop into the ice cold water, off the bridge,

Linger for me for a moment to take your photograph
the holograms are still blurry and worrying me
when will they ever stop being like the blue window,
so mystique, its mourning in its grotesque clamor,
a rising vainful desire, this is where the kitchen sink drips,
slowly dripping, and yet leaking,
like the dreadful emotions that go through the both of us,
its streaming, blood is evident,
pain is little to talk about,
but it is most over the sorrow that streams
like the blue window lurks,
broken now, bashed and shattered into oblivion,
It is over. "slowly forget, maybe forgive?"
prefer to get ruthless, merciless,
but i am one of forgiveness.