The Orange Rages

My heart is like a piece of stained glass too murky to quite see through, yet so easy to shatter sending colourful shades all over the floor Bleed, bleed through my tears through my fears Slow and still I love to watch him stand solid just as my heart beats as I stare through these tinted glasses Your eyes have burned through my soul and the embers are all that remains Painfully they whisper in my ear “It’s a knowingness” they say little angels -from hell An invisible breath breathes life into these worn embers bright the orange rages on