Does it ever swamp you?
Arrive in your drams just to haunt you?
Remember it is not truly tangible
Knowing this is not comfortable
No it is not pleasing
Even if you know it can't hurt you
So what do you do when it comes for you?
Sorry to be honest but I run and hide; do you?

Souls do weep
Others don’t make a peep
Remembrance does bring me close
Rekindling a desire to see and take a dose
Of some drug or drink
Which after consuming they do blink
So as not to shed any tears from their
Opens eyes which would pour fourth upon the
Reflections of their life's sad happenings
Reliving these sad things
Over again inside their trembling being
When I come and cling.

I tattered your Yellow Wallpaper,
And trenched along your Groves.
To find that little special place,
Creeping amidst your Prose.

I scouted your Lands in search,
For what I found most dear.
But frankly I never found much,
That Gem was always there.

So as I walk my fickled Wood,
I realized something good.
I really never understood,
And I never really could.

Light Eddies And Venerable Elm,
Meant Everything.