Sitting in the circle,

Broken with empty gaps

Laughter resounds, groups of

Twos and threes, someone naps


She watched in complete silence,

A joke is thrown from beside.

She looks, lips pursed, sighs.

Continues to stare, aside


Circle seems to smallen,

The gaps are slowly filled,

Bit by bit, gradually squeezed

Out of the ring, she stilled.


Watching everything happen,

swirl before her eyes

The minutes tick by gently

The laughter slowly dies


The ringing is far from her ears,

the lights before her fade.

Till all that's left is none,

But a heart, cold, dead.