Building of pain

Left eye sore and tears trickling freely down his cheeks

The strong face he wore seemed frail when he looked right

It almost betrayed him.

A man he was thus tough he should be, reason enough why he stiffened his neck

 Tummy stuck out like it wanted to break free from the cloth she wore

Sweat trickled down her face and formed pattern

Deep breath and gasps for oxygen rhythmically as per advice of her companion

She would soon be a mother. Soon was too long at this juncture.

My history with this building was soiled

Grandma was rushed to this building few years back

She never came back. She did not say goodbye.

The only decent lingo I managed to draw was pain

We are many. All with a story to tell about this building

Some have fairy tales others nightmares

Only string? Same venue

Same Building.