When the body begins to rule over the mind
When the senses go for a toss...
I Have been walking down this road for so long,
Searching for faith to feed my sole...
Grief does not knock.
It shoulders the door...
There was a little girl
who lived in a broken home...
It's like I've always known you
But how could that be...
It's been years
your hearse has rolled by...
The holocaust in Palestine
And little children just dying...
She mourned her loss
Day and night and...
In the way I find this night
Solitary, calm and lone...
Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...
Grief stared at the sonogram with me
for the weeks that turned into months...
I've been wandering around this plane
It seems to exist in two meaningful places...