By Marc Carver
No Exit
I search for a door a way out but can't seem to find it not even sure if it is locked or if I have a key to open it and escape. Not even sure if it is in the dark or in the light but I know that I have to look but I become tired my head goes down and I still can't find it. But every day I look
Hope
The words are not there anymore lost to the faces of unhappy people living miserable lives pretending to go on like normal even though they don't know what life is anymore. A thousand non possibilities choices with no choices I feel sad for them and can see no love in them I wish I could I wish I could see some love just a shining eye of hope But I don't