Its unending route
They are aware
They badly want a change
But their choice
Disappointing
Waiting to announce the listing
How we will run, at this rate
Who will choose us, people?
Is light turning to black
It have lots of lack
Turning grey back to black
Hoping light will comeback
YOU ARE READING
Timely sea waves
PoetryI, needed an outlet to reduce some storage of my thoughts. They are raw and ugly. Compilation of random poems.
