I can't assure
myself,
I can't assure them
My late nights
The dim lights
Sulkening me
enough to question,
My will, my self-restrain
my jeoparding connotions
or my not so
distant emotions.
I spend days in dismay
filthing with rage ,
as if I have been
locked up in
a cage.
I stare at those stars
shining with pride
in the lit sky,
searching for my
escape, in there
up high.