There's a pain in my feet from running in circles,

There's a pain in my fingers from grasping at straws,

There's a pain in my heart from feeling unloved,

There's a pain in my eyes from searching for purpose,

There's a pain in my head from the bullet to end it.

Changing autumn leaves

Dance with gentle, cool breeze

Welcoming the sun

Sudden smudge of red

In the bare gray winter woods

The cardinal flies

You gave me roses

under the harsh and cold moon

for our final day

And even now

As the leaves turn

And fall at your feet

As does

My heart

I saw this today

On my garden wall

Reminds me of my childhood

Simple times

I gift wrap deceit

Embellish with ornate bows

Hide for your birthday.