Stained Glass

I'd rather be blind...

Now I can see myself,
clearer than yesterday.
Even if the world around me,
Is an abyss of utter darkness...
Because if I stare at myself,
In the most honest of mirrors,
I am blinded by the light, that,
Glistens through my tears.

If I close my eyes in the dark,
I am fearless...
Since I can see nothing,
I can let go,
Of what has bound me,
For what seems like a lifetime...
An eternity that has pushed
the hands of time forward.
Every tick and tock is a drop of my sanity,
purged out of my mind.

When the time comes,
that I have to open my eyes once again,
I can only wish,
That the colors embracing me,
will convince me to stay.
The kaleidoscopic glimmers,
enticing me, bidding me...
To keep myself awake..