Go On

She stood by those

Who gave her agony and nothing more 

Who stalked her close 

And left her to shed tears alone

Who burdened her fragile bone

Untill her herculean will broke

Who locked her in a room of indivisible smoke

Until, gasping for breath, she chokes

Who never heard her groan

And said it was a cur speaking in a strange tone

To her, they always locked their door

To sleep, they just gave a piece of floor

My god, the frightening stories that her heart did store

Even to the house rat, she had to bow

A vase, slipper whatever they found they did throw

But, she could do nothing but adore

She had to survive here untill her heavenly abode.