"A weeping window"

A miserable gray window weeping
its acidic tears,
and my colourless eyes daydreaming,
fixed upon the glass for countless years.

My dull eyes can’t bear to look beyond
the weeping window.
So they cowardly abscond
into a dream, letting loose a silent woe.

How sad can a window become?
How cowardly can my eyes despair?
Because there has never been a longer autumn,
dark with wondering clouds that wonder nowhere.

The legions of gray tears that charge
down the transparent glass,
and the wondering clouds now large,
all forming this miserable, obese mass.

All drumming and drumming their battle cries,
with me in the middle; no armour, no shield, no sword!
All closing in on me, just enemies, no allies.
No allies? There was one I blindly ignored.

The miserable gray window although weeping,
somehow doesn’t ever break, like transparent titanium
that just keeps blocking and blocking
the charging enemy, as if it was a shield held by a phantom.

I guess I never realised that the window
was actually a part of me.
A part that blocks the horror and conquers the foe,
turning my life into a timeless dream, setting my colourless eyes free...