sad-poems-6786

The door is locked

The door is locked with small light beaming in,
Am I suffering more than my sin?
The clouds of darkness are all over the place,
I am waiting for a new phase,
When will my life take a turn,
When will the hopes stop to burn?
I am waiting!
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