Waiting.

First, it hurts,

Second, miserable,

Third, almost,

Fourth, close but unwanted.

Cold and dark,
Feels like an empty street,

Torn and luck,

A beggar feels like it.

Tired? You must.

Looking for heart,
Luck disappear,

but GOD holds the gear.

Rozlina@11.11pm (24th June 2013)