I feel the wind blowing on my face as I sit alone.
Watching  dances of shadows play within the trees.
Like little children they play.
Ring around the roses.
A rhyme of unseen pain hidden within deadly smiles.

The wind shoots through me like a bullet to the heart.
A bullet I never seen coming.
Is it just a dream?
Or are my tears real for all to see?

I am broken….
Broken like a rose of color or meaning to hold dear.
My tears cloud my eyes.
They choke me alive
Like two hands I once held with love.
Now take me under.

Under to a place with no thought of safety.
Or care of where your heart lies.
A place with no soul.

Within the shadows I play alone.
Ring around the roses.
We all fall down.