His heart is crying,
His desperation is intensifying,
His happiness is dying,
How well he hides all this is terrifying!
He wants to cry,
But tears don’t come out.
His pain magnifies,
But those precious water droplets are still in a hideout.
The burden on his mind is huge,
There remains no place to seek refuge…
But then he finds a silver lining in this horror
Resulting in the birth of a budding poet and author…
Now, there is no time such as a bad time,
All it is that he now has more content to write about and rhyme!