Two Rooms

Two Rooms

There are two rooms
in human’s life.
One with
full of gifts and comfort.
receiving full of love from my best two gifts.
I was never alone with those two gifts.
The gifts, my mother and father, were beside me
always taking care of me
before I was born
until this day.

The other room
cold and dark,
has many things wondering
which are pain, guilty, disaster, and every baleful thoughts.
The door is often closed and locked
the only way to go out.
Too tired.
The room is torn and shabby.
The walls will fall in any minute.
It’s raining in there.
When would it stop?
Just want to sleep a long sleep.