I watched ,from the shadows of a room, her performance and dance was to die for, to believe: yet it became a feast for wolves dressed in wool

Each face a mask painted with smiles,but beneath the surface,the lies like pecan tree roots twisting through the soil of my desire to be loved, simply loved

I sat with hope, and belief that maybe, finally, my grief could actually heal; yet all I found were hollow sounds of absence, unspoken words, and a deep ache for a love that never was

The cold breath of the wolf dressed in yellow, the chill of pain emotionally deserted, hurt unyielding,unforgiving,and deadly

No one is what they seem therefore I am just another shadow ,lost in the company of ghosts