I listed and you tell me how
The feeling rage and toss within you
A mother died a child deserted
That child have not forgotten
What it is to be alone.
I nod my head your word continue
Rich in anger from early memories
Feelings that you tap with care
After years of shaky storage
As you drink their bitter flavour
Which you decline to taste at seven
I mentally wince while watching you
Open your life to the dark overflow
Of pain that has grown strong with age.