SHADES

The endless void of an ever expanding hole.

Other times the shimmering excellence of stained glass.

As dull as a worn fabric while also the brilliant excellence of explosive power.

My soul, a glistening piece of obsidian smothered by soot and ash.

Waiting as the clock hands tick by until my eventual fall into the abyss. 

My thoughts, an empty night sky only interrupted by the lurking threat of a full cloud.

My future is cloaked in shadow and draped in a thin sheet of gunpowder.

My past, a chain that keeps me stuck with the shade of my guilt.

I am a shadow, always just behind the man I once was,

Only able to see my true reflection through a warped mirror that only reflects 

The harsh reality of my own faults.