Keys

Staring at the new day with grim,

Thinking of why this ain't that drip,

Wondering if the suffering has an end,

So that the light and happiness can shine through,

Seeing and not believing the unfairness,

Conniving and convulated life journey at best,

Why should I suffer and make fake smiles,

Gnashing and grinding of teeth at dawn,

Crying and sighing on my unfair lot,

Is this it?

Will it truly get better?

At this point, I don't know.

But what I know is, I'm soul tired.