SORROW ABODE

Sorrow abode,
With many thought,
Could this be,
why dejection come.
Heavy is the thought,
My heart race on weight daily.
If no room for love,
Be it then a burdened heart.
Still my vein push,
This blood run so fast,
Mr conspiracy,
Won the heart that bind my heart.
To every shame,
There is a glory behind,
Bear my shame,
What don't break makes strong.
Cloth wear out,
This we have learn,
In room with no door,
Every knock ignored.
This too shall pass,
Find the silver linen,
The sound does fail,
In very tunnel a must learn.
Not living,
Just surviving there,
And dwelling entice,
You must be lost.
I put you there,
This i can't ignore,
Till you come,
To the doom of the dark.