Building!

How long have now I slept 

While worry-heart within me wept
And rattled the bars of its room
And clashed like a cymbal entombed

What bitter potion silvered my eyes
To such cataracts and cobwebs
They sugar-coated the ledge, they bled into my pupils and 

I

Saw

Red

My vision now strikes back, 
each poem written reacts
With the phrases dilating my gaze. 
My worries will all keep away. 

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