Why is the Door Locked? Sonnet

In her ears the sound was very quite loud

And then they found that they could not get in

Deep in her chambered heart she had now found

The cold foretold hand wrapped around her chin

Time for warm drops was far passed it all now

As she had shoved all the ovals down there

Coming to this point she had plotted how

Like Ophelia, flowers everywhere

She was far beyond to hear all their calls

Trapped in the play her mind had to comply

The curtain raised and she heard the applause

"Alas, I'm gone" was all that she could cry

So when they ask about Gloomy Sunday

They need to know this is the only way