Toll

life comes and goes one must not know memories of old rest with a toll tugging, nagging etching into the skull knocking on the door solicitation unknown run, hide, bury them leave them at rest lock em away but wait they need no keys stillness, that is it not a peep not a breathe hush I say you must not speak they can hear you feeding off the thumps they chisel away gasping for air where has it gone for one by one they all come following weathered trails of long ago powerless often for hours some for days and others for years wanting nothing more but to pass this toll js