A lonely publishing

A Poem by Mazerunner

Amidst the rustling winds in time
Grateful to the Lord for being so kind
Swept away tears every now and then
But dear guardian there isn't much respite again

I tried washing away all the revolt
But my feelings always have me bolt
Like I've never done enough
And the regular criticisms make my system give up

Everything isn't so fair isn't it
I trusted him in all my raising gave him the authority of all wit
But only those can relate to loneliness and pain
Who have walked through its garden time and again
My hardened heart has no voice for him today
Come knock my door sire ,as always it will leave you dismayed