A rose in  a clay vase

My eyelids have grown heavier by the day,
My breath, it’s as if I’ve eaten a corpse.
Oh, a letter, “bail will have another delay”
And again my stationary smile will warps.
Before these rusted bars I depressingly linger
Awaiting the sun to quickly finish his waltz
And I, I shall not move more than a finger
Lest I do something other than reflect on faults.
Though I manage to tilt my head to my side,
The bright light that meets my eyes is blinding
But I will not avoid it, I will not at all hide
For I’ve found something I have been finding.
Looking yonder the bars, I found company,
A rose held against its will within a clay vase-
Strangely I hear angels as they sing a symphony,
Has God actually not left me to lay waste?
It’s as if I’m looking at a mirror only more beautiful
A flower as I, held as prisoner, degrading,
Only to differ from me by being pure and I, sinful.
But alike, we two have a splendor slowly fading.
Now and every day I would wake to glance
As if actually conversing with it in silence
Oh sun, please may you never end your time dance
And let my happiness consume me as it widens.
But the winter comes with its cold breath a blowing
Sigh, It’s so sad to see its petals withering away
I see grey shades instead of vivid red showing
Reminding me of the coming army of mundane day