The door can hold only so much pressure

From the floods of rushing water..

In ones mind.. there are times..

Thoughts go one way or other..

It's beyond our power..

The mind follows the eyes..

The heart follows the mind..

From the depth of the soul..

To the shallowness of a fickle mind..

From the silence screams our memories..

Things we miss and lost..

Things and places never had..

People we adore.. but are no more..

Gone