Is it a veil to shroud the pain?
Though it does makes living sane.
It might rot the one from deep,
But easy understood as a keep.
The walls you built are high and steep,
I could nothing do, but peep.
I searched, but an opening I found not,
So I sat beside the wall and thought.
Sorry, no explanation again for this piece. It is the shortest one I have written as yet. Seems incomplete, but I thought the octet speaks it all.
Note: Complete the piece if you think it is incomplete.
The rhyming-rhythm goes as A-A-B-B