Dancing with Darkness

I hear wind whisper through
The delicate leaves
Threatening to take their lives...

To watch the blue never ending sky
Fall to shatter into millions of pieces
Killing all hope of happiness...

I feel the delicate red petals of a rose
Then it falls and the short nimble thorns burn
As they push their way into my heart, just as love does...

Then I go back
To that giant hill in my mind
To try and keep climbing
But it's just too steep...

So I'll lay in my head
Ignore the world,
And wonder, why am I still alive?