Tiny Windows

to those trapped in a cycle

Courageously climb,

From where it's fine,

To cut the line.

Nowhere else to go,

Truth burns until it’s cold,

While you chase the gold.

The windows are closing,

The rest of the world dozing,

Morality choking.

Reviews

[Bala Gorthi]

I must say you are a good writer.. This is a beautiful poem. Short but the message is straight..
Those trapped in a cycle have nowhere to go.
Truth burns till it is cold and we know that truth is never cold. I like your rhyming.
Keep sharing. Thanks for sharing

[Gladys]

Thank you so much for the reviews, Bala! I want to reach people through my poetry, and I like to have a balance of abstractness and telling it straight like it is. So thank you for the compliments!

[Bennett]

I like your style, will work well for songs as its short but says a lot

[Gladys]

You got it - I'm a lyricist!