leaves falling

past the window
onto the ground,
blowing around.
a truck like a clown,
never a frown.
I lose my grace,
staring beauty in the face.
winter in my mind,
no love to find.
In my hell I have no voice,
sometimes I have no choice.
sleep evades my night,
would she make it right?
what paintings to start?
making life into art.
life passing,
no blessing.
work doesn't work.