Words explain feelings but how can you say
what you cant feel when you ‘ve pushed it away.
Who wants to cry ? who wants to face ?
Who wants to go to that sorrowful place ?
This mountain is building its strength wont subside
It pushes me towards the sorrow filled side.
Smells and spring fragrance they press to remind
That I have not dealt with the sorrow inside
Where do I start ?
Is it memories left behind ?
What tears need to shed ?
For what ! and for Why ! ?
I don’t want to deal with his death that he died
I don’t want to visit that sorrow filled side.
No difference … No change can come from sore eyes
I think it less pain to run and deny.
No victory No goal in wondering why
What gain can be had to wallow and whine ?
I’d choose to be angry
or work to deny,
I’d cling to believe to why I am fine
But don’t make me go !
Please don’t make me try !
I want to stay hidden from the sorrow filled side.
…. I miss you dad…Happy Birthday