it’s all going back to sad
my knees are made of glass
I cannot bow before you
I cannot genuflect
for fear that they will shatter
it’s all going back to sad
my head is full of sand
a dead weight hanging there
nothing Inside
too numb to care
too scared to watch you die
instead I stay so far away
and hope you feel my love
it’s all going back to sad
and nothing can stop it
I’m losing my ignorant high
spending my days hidden away
in the room with unlocked doors
and spirits of it’s own
my knees are made of glass
and I cannot run from you
I cannot run from this
in fear that they will shatter
my knees are made of glass today
my knees are made
of glass
it’s all going back to sad
08/29/01
pik
© Patti Keno
Invisible No More 
I wrote this one when my Grandma died.
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