I'M Stuck… Poem by Moh Ishu

The world isn't as it ought to be,
It's just not made for me
It's not about the daily difficulties
For which solutions seem to be possibilities.

Tears roll down my eyes,
Even if I choose not to cry;
Memories flash across my sight
There's no voice-all a mime.

Far away from the ones you love
Wandering around live a lonely dove;
Want to see them—be with them right now
But now I'm here, lost in a cold grove.

I need some warmth, though there's still a little
Someone with the same philosophical gene
The one who understands the way I feel
But I'm stuck here, making appeals.

Is there any chance to see,
From these barriers cold;
The door waiting for my key—
But for now, I need to be bold.

That voice, so distant I hear
I'm blank, can hear it fading away
The one which blew away all my fears,
It's barely hanging, what can I say?