Beyond The Horizon

It is just a single room
With a glass and a short-circuiting bulb
at the hem,
There lies a broom, a chair with an
unready groom,
Tiles are filthy with an ivory of a lamb.
The walls are loosely held only to loom
And there walks a lad, around in the pace of lame.

Peeping through the glass, views a
mountain to be green
But it’s not vivid, either to be dark,
eclipse or dawn.
Thinking with all of might, as to when
it shall end
But it’s only that shades, waits to
happen that are flaunted.

Oh Lord with the unfathomable strength
Shed light behind the dark
Help do come across beneath the light
And show the path beyond the horizon.