Graceful? I Think Not.

Graceful? I Think Not.

Would you dream?
Would you die?
Would you fall to the ground,
And cry…?

All alone,
That’s for sure,
Close your eyes,
Kiss the floor,

Whisper now,
They won’t know,
Terrified shudders,
Will it show?

Cold steel,
Breath goes hush,
Burning life—
Where’s the rush?

Silence grows,
They shake their head,
Oh to buy you violets,
Or roses instead?