Forever Away

Forever awa
those houses of sadness
where people go
to cry, to keep their tears
in little glass jars
and keep their sobs in
the cubboards and floorboards
and little seams
of all those houses
with closed doors and
bottled tears.

Forever away
there are people all in
themselves,
wrapped up and coiled.
Hiding. They don't know
how to come out.
They don't remember how.
In those houses with
screams etched into
surfaces,
spilling with unsaid words.

Forever away
they want to fly
but can't find their wings.
They want to climb
but can't escape.
The bottles of tears, suffocating.
Drowing in them,
a tireless struggle.
they want to laugh,
to smile again,
in those houses with
their boarded doors and no wings.

Forever away
isn't that far.