House of Souls

My heart is a house of souls.
All my passed inhabit this beat.

At times the fill stretches so
Tight I think it might explode!

Others it is feather lite,
The occupants raise me high.

Then there are the holes leaking
My sorrow and emotion.

It will never fill, empty,
Float away, neither will they.

My heart is a house of souls.
Beat by beat, I feel them all.