The door is locked with tiny light beaming in
My feeling is, am I suffering more than my sin
The clouds of darkness are all over the place
Am eagerly waiting for glimpse of sunlight’s phase
My aspirations are giving on my hope
The wait and patience are loosing the scope
The existence of living is forcing me to rebel
With humanity turning sour in a nutshell
dreams hopes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/locked-8/
