Behind The Shades

The crimson bloom, a tell-tale stain,

Of weeping tides, a flood of pain.

Red eyes reflect a silent scream,

A shattered heart, a broken dream.

Deep pools they are, where stories lie,

Of shadowed paths beneath a troubled sky.

Each swollen lid, a chapter read,

Of battles fought and secrets bred.

A sinner’s gaze, though hidden deep,

A burden borne, a vow to keep.

Behind the shades, a soul laid bare,

A history whispered on the air.

These crimson windows, blurred and dim,

Hold echoes of what might have been.

A past that claws, a present plight,

Red eyes that yearn for morning’s light.