Four woes make a room
Sorrow the prefect ceiling
Loneliness self incarceration
Others just don’t allow expression
Absolute comfort in distress
Absolving cathartic for others
The world put me here
So I believe questioning it all
Sure noone wishes the things
But gripping the known easy
Strangling hope to lower the bar
Plenty of ways to separate peace
Tomorrow it’ll be different
It was supposed to be today too.