The Torment
The tasks done were thought to be right
Only to be blamed in the end with a swift strike
Emotions change from happy to sad mood
Clueless and completely misunderstood
Put all the efforts and try to explain
Some things will never be the same again
Cry a river and it’s useless to continue the talk
Where minds are closed and even locked.
Few more words and the heart is about to be broken
The clasped hands are now frozen
The temperature is going down and the cold is biting
Aching for something and hopeless to receive anything.
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