This is a grief poem, about someone who died in...

"Unreachable love...

I have only known
what bitter tastes like...

A month ago,
he flew off...

It's sad that I raise my voice
in a room raised by four...

I'm dissolving into powder,
the more I'm crushed...

You are a complex of irregular emotions
trying to define yourself...

I'm too wrapped onto my corner
to take a step outside this chamber...

At morning she looked
much brighter than midnight...

Shall I shred my aches
into skin rags to survive...

The sun goes down
with my strings...

..Left me;
like an ashen cloud...