As I closed the door,
Room to my heart.
Tried as harder as,
Crying not like the babes.
But tear flows,
Rivulet like water.
And room to my heart,
That contained with
Despondent pain.
As I closed the door,
Room to my heart.
Tried to endure,
Like the imprisonment man.
However,
stricken as much
Like the traumatic psychic.
And room to my heart,
That remains filled with
Awful suffering.
19/10/20
©lhakdhun
L