Wait a minute, is this the same feeling when you say it isn't? Is this the bright sun when the snow is falling? Are these the deaf ears when you hear me calling? I'm not sure that I want to know. But I've lost enough family to make it so. And I've made that resentment grow and grow. And I've felt the pain that mixes with grief. And I've been denied any relief. Deep cuts, large tears, new grief, old despair. Burned hand, ripped skin, years gone, never again. These thoughts are most unwelcome. But they are not going anywhere.