Anguish spins a golden web
Harbored thoughts attracted in
Resistance seems a soft delight
Future bounties creating flight
To hoping dreams destiny bound
Wavering hearts prompting nouns
To which an end is disguised
Paramount needs have idolized
Wanting, waiting, seems surreal
Pacing, perseverance, seem ideal
Wishful, hopeful have no gain
In a world of sinners saints
Twisted words head to fail
Upon a ruin of sanctions grail
Telling truth of older days
Faring weathered hierocratic ways
To an end a shout of doubt
Bearing scrutiny a need of lout
Breaking out seems in delay
Fading time a senseless prey
Feelings hurt can puncture tears
Sentiment is to seem adhered
But with this pain joy is found
For this creates a solid ground
A time for us to create a creed
A dialect for all to breed
An open box for greater minds
This is where community thrives
The melting pot of which is life