Jammed

Clouds are hanging low
Droplets patter on face
Everything is so slow
Going thro’ yet another phase

A long road ahead
The vision is blurred
No sight of the goal
Tested is the soul

The feeling is not real
The signal is not green
Hungry for a meal
Gradually losing the sheen

The skies are grey
So many in the way
Yet I close my eyes
Ready to throw the dice

And so descends a pall of gloom
Shouting itself hoarse
Yet waiting for the bloom
Without any remorse

The sun is silently setting
Ushering in a haunting
No I am not bored
Just alone in a crowd