Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right

Ring Around a Rosie

You drown
falling to your feet
in your own little sea
face-flushed
swollen-red.
Your damp self curls
drawing deeper breaths
out of this fragile body
that seems to go on and on
where no one can reach.

Ring around a rosie

"What has you so miserable
child?
Surely, nothing worth
such tantrum."

But you shut your senses
and close your brightful eyes
with two veiny lids
thinking about the posies
you crushed behind your back
instead of gifting
as you realized
the loss of both your values.    

Posies won't mean much
when they wilt
in days to come

And so goes for you.

A pocket full of posies

Your lips turn blue
you, who knows loneliness
like an old friend
through and true.

It has a colour
that has no name
a flavor
that has no taste
it has much
it has all
all but warmth.

You fill your
white world
with red hue.
Fire.
To warm your
chest of translucent snowflakes
which you collected
in your meager 9 years.
To warm your
snowmen and snowlady friends
with whom you spent
those past meager years.

But they disfigure
and melt
and the world as you know it
joins the smoke.

Ashes! Ashes!

"Give it back!"
You cry
and duel the fire
with bare hands
but it attaches itself
unto you.
And you blow on it
like a birthday cake
but it only grows
and takes what's left of you away.

Your eyes speak of agony
first cold then heat
the only place where children
can go
is to sleep.

We all fall down.

Child,
The world is no different
from your lullaby

Ring around a rosie
a pocket full of posies
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down.