A Bride confined

God give me a space
to weep
it is suffocating inside
a heavy burden of stone
crushing me to death.

God give me a space
to breath in
your open sky,
Here inside this house
this kitchen and courtyard
my breath is stuck

God give me a friend
To laugh to talk to move around
I have not laughed so long
I have forgotten how my
Voice was when I used to chat
I have not dressed up for long time.

God give me a place to sleep
Sleep not to wake up in the early morning in a noisy
Unpleasant unhappy atmosphere!