Breathless is how I feel,
As the same old air cuts through my face.
A deafening sound is what I hear,
When the silence of the night grows in the day.

It is the date that changes not the day,
It is the sky that brightens, not our souls. 
Time is money they said,
But we never knew that our freedom is the debt.

We built our roof to keep us safe at night,
Today in this impending dark, the same roof blocks our only light.  
For a quiver of hope, we must embrace the dark.
For we must fight this fight not together but apart. 

Check out my poem A Thousand Dreams and some quotes about life and love.