My Room Poem by Mahfooz Ali

The room I'm in has many doors.
The keys are seldom found.
When I choose to take a path
I end up back around.

Few hours of relief.
How those outside can seek return
leaves me in disbelief.

To wish another into their room
Is not a valid desire.
The stabbing pain I experience here
No person should acquire.

I try to leave my latent prison.
Much more I cannot bear.
For when you live in loneliness
Your room is everywhere.