Hurricane's Eye

Within grief there's a quiet spot
A small freezing womb of silence
Like a hurricane's eye
And I'm resting or whatever I do in there
In the center sitting on a shelf somewhere
Looking up looking down
Looking into myself for words
Shredding my heart in the search

And there are no colors in here
No small sounds or noises
In the hurricane's eye
There may be but they can't find my ears
And if you notice the tangles in my hair
They're the only proof or token you'll find
Of my worries and fears

My trees, they're dying on me
A zombie, that's what I'll be!
Grief can be a product of
Someone's insensitivity
Telling everyone how ok I am
I swear it's killing me
Inconsolable is what I am
Life running through my fingers like sand

And I know I'm not sick and tired
This is how it feels when hope dies

Within grief there's a quiet spot
A small freezing womb of silence
Like a hurricane's eye