Dark And Gloomy Poem by Naveed Akram

Gloom speaks in super ways,
It rides into a closet, and disappears.
Gloomy and dark, the room appears to lie
In a room, too dark and dank.
In superb manners the wife of a dangerous man
Spoke to me about the gloom,
Spoke to me of the pain in her marriage.
She visited this room for a passerby,
This chamber exposed the rain outside,
I entered the graveyard and saw the dangerous man
With his wife alongside me.
I saw gloomy nights before,
But this was a time of evil.