The Closed Door

The door was closed,

Walls till the ceilings were aroused

Window panes properly covered the grills,

My eyes owing drowsiness was the feels

Taking a deep breath of freedom around me,

I was ready to take a morning nap in name of thee

Suddenly I realized, I did not have my mobile to go through a Facebook ride,

I got up, opened the door to find out it was locked from outside

I started with little knocks for someone to hear,

Soon banging the door, I shouted with fear

There was no one in that silent morning to hear my screams,

I was fighting the suffocation just like bad dreams

Just a moment before, freshness that air did hold,

Knowing no way out, now my tears rolled

A feeling as if I could not breathe,

Now I know suffocation is not a myth

I kept o screaming, crying and hitting the door,

Hadn't she listened they might have found me on the floor

She let the door wide open,

My nerves caught my breath, still broken

In those few minutes, a lesson I learned today,

STOP making walls around your heart until it dies long before your funeral day