The Lighthouse

Patterns of light criss-cross my world
Like sun reaching through the storm
They catch like prisms in dancing rain
Like sweaters they keep me warm
When the the night turns too claustrophobic
And nightmares suffocate me
The light is a spotlight to keep me safe
Like a lighthouse by the sea
The light's healing is ephemeral, though,
And I am gasping for air
Choking on the dirty atmosphere
Too exhausted to care
Patterns of light aren't found in my world
No sun shining in the storm
The rain just pours and makes me wet
One day, will I be warm?