Sun Inside

Walls and a couple windows
Contain the source of light
Flurry wetness blow-snows
A grayburst blurring sight

Concepts lose their edges
Sharpness fails to speak
All ears hear are pledges
As floorboards bend and creak

Losses linger loamy
On the sunless soil
Baths are only foamy
Without vim sweaty toil

Living rooms are dying
Unlit and shadow-thorned
None can see us crying
When by our orb we're scorned