stained glass window

my life is a stained glass window;
i’m stained with memories of loss;
my heart is fragile as glass;
you can view my life through this writing.

damn, the paint illustrates the various
stories of my life; the different colors;
some requiring sun and light,
and some requiring darkness.

the techniques have no finality
on the outcome of this glass;
i’ll forever be smoking out of
the glass (a myriad of drugs).

the face of jesus shines through
the glass, along with my face,
and i have to say, i look much
better than that dude.

stained glass window

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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