The Aliies of My Sorrow
The lonely letters that
my tired thumbs are typing
on my cellphone know how
my heart breaks, bits by bits.
The silent ceiling, the white
bulb seem like telling the
carved cabinet to show their
sympathy,
while the walls,windows,
and electric fan
whisper the green curtain
to sway a little for me.
My blanket and pillow
are showing their support too,
they want me to feel
their softness as my comfort.
They are the allies of
my sorrow, no senses,
but they can feel, they
can clearly see
what I've been through.
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