The Broken Youth

And alas! 

How my vision was halted. 

By the blinding facade. 

And before translucence came along. 

All light was gone. 

Therefore I stand. 

With transparent vision. 

There lies the hidden truth. 

Feelings revealed from the broken youth. 

Thus from where does one cease the bewilder.  

Where does one perceive. 

A feeling, that can baffle the fool.  

Hence an epiphany is commenced.  

But do not go against.  

For it is considered as truthfully cruel. 

Luminescence you will follow. 

For a light will guide you, though at times it may blind you. 

But do not fear, my dear. 

For that same light that blinds. 

Gives you a remind. 

Of the façade. 

That blinded your eyes.