My Trying Times
Children playing
Amongst shattered black daises
Dancing over shards of glass
Unaffected be eclipsed goodness
These children
Innocent; naively playful
Mere bar codes in existence
Smudged pastel colours
Lost within a water coloured world
Crimson clouds sheltering
Honey star droplets
In a dark aroma world
These children
Jagged puzzle pieces
Populating earth’s surface
Un-bewildered or confused
Their laughter is trapped
In active thoughts
Yet
These children play
Unaware of their somber environment
Round and round the rosie
They ride an invalid merry go round
In an inactive world