Blue in a sea of black

Stained glass (Slam poem)

Stained glass,

Filled with colors and sunlight,

Beautiful to look at...

You may think I am talking about

The beautiful windows

Within a sanctuary for the holy,

But I am not.

This stained glass shines

Within the warm,

Living sanctuary.

A house made out of bones

So fragile,

Like glass engulfed by flesh.

It holds a mind

Filled with ideas that will never be said...

That would never be heard.

It holds a heart kind

But broken,

And eyes that have seen too much.

This stained glass

Has scratches left by

Wars and broken people

Who said but did not mean

The colors and sunlight fading

Quickly,

But not fast enough.

It soon replaces the sun

With a light bulb,

But no one seemed to notice

That the brightness was dimmed..

The colors no longer filled

The dark rooms within other people,

Leaving the stained glass in vain.

This stained glass

Was once so beautiful.

Before the sunlight was replaced

By a dying bulb

And the colors faded.

The light bulb went out

And the faded glass shattered

Leaving another dark room

That can not be

Saved.