Closed Doors - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Closed doors of the times from the within
That each aspect is turning and giving
Oceans of deep in its waves and spin
Opportunities in days of living
Flowing ongoing of everyone's fate's realm
Where their roads cross the ways of new context
The forces or numbers that overwhelm
Puzzled doubt of its uncertainty perplexed
Breast against thorns that always are hurting
Suffering pain of its sorrowing bring
The grieves and the troubles comforting
When hours in loneliness gray mornings sing
The blossoms of clouds darkish coexistence
When friction of ways turn their contrivance