A Room of My Own

Not to write but to be, A life with every animosity, A tape on my ears, I would love to close my eyes. Not a prison, Not a cage, I get choked by knowing, That may be the time is passing. In this room, In the universe I know, In a place I called my own, I bleed time. Not thicker, But the ticking sound is getting louder, Deafening, I locked the door and shut the world.