Bounded

I wait here in the darkness so bleak,

Searching for a path to venture onto,

It’s all so different, it’s all so new,

Shivering and shaking, jitters going down my spine,

I look into the approaching window of time,

Colors I see so abstract, unique yet patched together,

Not a rainbow with pots of gold at the end,

Nor a Picasso so very intricate,

Patches of grey so catchy spread around,

A gesture welcoming yet so false,

Hands together leading into the darkness,

A struggle to keep warm in this world so cold,

You I seek in the dense billowing smoke,

As you fight the chains of the eyes and voices,

Bounded just by the anchors so vague.