A room called grief...

There is a room in my house... Yes...grief...
Only I know the way to this elusive room...
A room that  in solitude contains all my grief...
And yet it has no walls to contain it...this room
I try to tell you the way to find and share my grief..
You knock, hoping to find my make-believe room..
It hides in plain sight like unexpressed love, this grief
There are no windows here that lets light into gloom
The darkness so bright...you never see this grief
You knock again,as you want to peek into my doom
I open the door and call out to my grief..
I turn back to show you my grief... my gloom
It disappears..thin air...My eternal yet ephemeral grief....
I turn back to you and try to say..there was a room
You smile and say.."Yes, I know...I don't know your grief .
But, I know mine...I have my room too..my grief..my room!"
And yet when we try and share our grief...
All we have are empty words  that fill this room
A room...empty of grief... Emptiness..in lieu of grief