The green barn stands alert,
in it’s structure it resounds,
singing hymns of it’s majesty.

To an outsider, it’s prominent,
plentiful with straw and freshness,
no one can see the pain it haunts.

The lonely aura of it’s scented past,
on the grounds where she departed,
strangled herself as the breath faded.

The storage where loneliness visited,
drowning every emotion she had,
pushing her to sink deeper in the abyss .