My Fleeting Thoughts Poem by Maria Williams

A window to the opening
A key beneath the floor
Trapped in this world of loneliness
Yet I want something more

A fleeting thought in the black of dreams
Or a star amongst the snow
Left entangled in the weeds
However will I grow?

Along four posts I do abide
My time, a waste it seems
But in this world of hopelessness
All escape is in my dreams

So tell me, is there something more?
Or is it as I feared?
The seering hope inside of me
Will soon amount to drear