Trespass
Came into my life you stealthily, quietly;
Captured me and my very existence silently.
I perhaps wasn't up to your standard; why did you then trespass ?
and may I know, with whose permission, did you walk pass ?
Now closed have the doors and I cannot let you out.
Yet, it's I, who is restless n suffers, who struggles like a trout.
Often with this struggle, tears pour down from my eyes.
How long will this struggle, this fight last, don't know this I;
Armin Dutia Motashaw
