Warm and Gloom

 I'm watching the afternoon,
That passes by in strange colors,
Some are bright
And some gloom,
I'm just watching the afternoon.
How must I feel?
Does it sound like a moment in peace?
Well to look at my broken pieces;
Is what the struggle has been.
I am laughing,
Then would throw tears away,
For I am watching the afternoon,
In subtle warmth and gloom.