watched you. <br />You were spinning wildly <br />All summer you gave your days away, <br />a pill popped here, <br />a little bit of fun dropped there. <br />Your friends encouraged you, <br />laughing, playing connect the dots <br />with the track marks on your arms. <br />And in the fading autumn sunlight <br /> <br />I called out <br />but my words fell <br />like dying leaves around you. <br />Your friends, <br />high on life and other, <br />danced rainbow patterns with you. <br />I couldn't join your circle. <br />Last night <br />I dreamt of you. <br />In this dream <br />I stood over your open grave. <br />Your friends were there, <br />they tossed porcelain rose petals <br />upon your casket, and laughed <br />as the petals broke. <br />Even now I'm afraid, <br />frightened your mad dance will end <br />and all you will have left <br />is a handful of glass.<br /><br />WILFRED JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-words-fell/
