Songs
Songs
(to my life and grandma)
No easy to think
when we are afraid
when we look around
and there is not a place
where we can feel
where we can play
when all the faces
are under the rain...
The floor was cold
the windows small
the sound of the roof
was strong in storms
I could never sleep
at night on my own
the sweat on my feet
the demons in war...
The light went off
then all was black
I could smell her smell
in the middle of the dark
the songs they played
while laying there flat
I still hear them in my head
even when half of my days... have past.
Jessica
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