Had do we cope
With the days after a death?
Empty days, nothing left

Not even a funeral

I see shapes falling inside

Paintings
Animals and humans,
row upon row

Walking toward something
Waiting for something


I'm looking for an answer,
Me and a million others
Disbelievers

Deserted lovers
Dear God,
You better not let me

down this time

Cracks in the canvas

Look like roads
That never end