flood o memories
flood o memories comin quick
so i can't even see what they are
can't get one whole clear picture in my mind
it's my body
is remembering
that kind of nostalgia hits
ya like a ton of bricks
and i just thought how
i understand
i understand at some moments
i get so completely
about suicide
i understand Marcus Barrett
understand how perhaps u must have felt
Joe Mcnamara
and Ron Totton
and it's just not
anything you can put in words
nothing you couuld
ever explain
to all those do gooders
wish you'd called them
before you went and did that
perhaps you just had nothing to say
and that's the problem
when you run out
a single thing
to say
and the emotion envelops you.
© October 2007
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