the weight and height of sorrow wedded to grief, becomes often to much  alone to bear,yet these unwelcome guests follow us dressed in black,causing each to shut our eyes in pain,so that tears flow quietly down the face.locking all into the chamber of rememberance and regret.sometimes stealing the will to live or even survive.piles of memories are left behind like tasks undone, the day is past and gone, sunlight removed from the heart of time motion,one dares not think of beginning anew.