What do you think of my poem written now awhile ?

Window

I look out of my window bar,

And behold in the sky a small lark,

Winging its way hither and far,

Seems like on ocean a tiny bark.

The sky is grey and creeper green,

The rain has wept through out the day,

Even the day before, the same was seen,

It is cool and calm they all do say.

The sky in east slowly, its shroud

Casts away, so that its face is blue,

And Poseidon with his roar loud

Looks on, with anxiety and anger too.

Wither O Lord do I look far away,

From my window in my soul deep?

Are there also bars that deny the way?

Surely thy light shall emerge and peep.

Usurp not the kingdom of God O man,

March ahead and lift the soul's ban. ( 17-10-96. )