One Day

A poem

the doors have been closed for long the knocks have been ignored for long

now there’s no one to wait for no one is looking and waiting for

there’s so much warmth in here not the cold winds blowing out there

time has been conquered and defeated distorted twisted tortured and submitted

it’s no more a day or a night here it’s always some twilight

the air has gone so still as if it is sleeping everything looks so strange as if I am dreaming

I will have to wake up one day I will walk out of that door one day I know all this has to end one day