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