Loaded with fear

Eyes frantic like angel taps

Silver gray

Sculptured plates

A change that presented at best,

uncertainty

An itch,

The brightest blemish between being confident or intolerable

To be full of pride

To be full of frustrations

Every day is loaded with cynical eyes

It demanded to be known

To see clearly,

Is to see in the dark

But to have it permanently be gone

Is like being on a path of death

In a trip that will always further lead to a path of struggle

To be in a clarity of light

And to be enchanted with colors

Crisp, and crystal clear

To see nature sparkle,

It's an ice storm

My eyes will applaud