A Perching Crane

I was erected in solitude, the burden of my being evident to the unsettled setting;
the burden of trivial existence being held for a time, but now too much to bear.
Architecture of the building that life is has steadily decayed due to drafts of air.

I feel swelling stress in this clouded solus of prophesied regretting,
to further oppress, crows flock to perch on this roof: a remote destination.
This murder only comes to further burden a berated foundation.

My walls were built up through iniquity, though they still lack rightful resting;
offering pure benevolence, yet receiving malice and resistance.
However, perching peacefully: a crane of hope in the vague distance.

My windows receive the benevolent light from the crane’s omnipresent blessing.
Even with a myopic sight allowing pessimism to show,
the crane brings hope of others for this lone structure built long ago.