Sorrows wait quietly

Lurking in the webbing

Like spiders in your hair

Or old songs with words

You can only remember once in a while

But I do remember them

More and more often

They seem to fill up the air

Until I feel I am drowning

Until I have to run outside and breathe

Because all I can smell

Are the interiors of old coffins

And the worn out clothes of my dead

"Don't make me remember!",

I scream to winds

The winds laugh

There is no way out but through

And so I will sit here and

Let the images roll forth

Even as my tears blind me

My family is more in heaven than here

And I am straining all the time

For the sounds of their thoughts

For the sounds of their thoughts

In my well trained ears