Doors and windows

Driven up to a dead endDreams and passion of teaching smashed
Tears no longer could welled
I couldnt differentiate what i am feeling,
Fatigue of waiting , depair of career path , numbness of emotions
Doors seem to be ajar, showing a glimpse of light
Then the next moment it slams straight at my face
I tried to peer through the tinted windows but i could only see pitch black darkness
What is the measurement of success?
I am blind and deaf
No amount of consolement and encouragement could reach me
Looking back only makes me more discouraged and despondent
Weary and i am at the crossroad again
Broken strings of violin couldnt play the music of my future
I hate piecing jig saw puzzles coz i couldnt see what lies ahead of me