I feel thick heavy doors
made of metal and secrets
deep in my soul
I had a look in my library, and there you were I haven't been here for a while.
But anyway, I pulled those lines out, as they well describe the way I feel right now. And I wasn't exactly disapointet with the rest of the poem eighter. Nice piece of work.
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore, wherefore fall on me ?
To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed.