Note: I happen to be a very optimistic and happy person, perhaps sometimes too much so. The mood you get in this poem is an exception.

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When Laughter Died

When did the laughter die away?

When did happiness leave our home?

Or were they beings of a former age-

Of a simpler, easier order?

When did we last tease each other?

Yesterday? Last week? Ages back?

It all seems like a jumbled dream

That drifts away at the end of sleep.

Yet I truly thought we were happy,

That there was love and sharing here,

But now nobody wants to understand,

This house is weary; bitterness gnaws away its bricks.

At dinner the silence chokes me.

I try to smile and say normal things,

My sentences all end in far black holes.

Above our head the fan moves round,

Whirring, and whirring, and whirring.

Why is it all slipping away?

Which demon ruins my world?

Leave me alone, please.

Alone, alone, far away,

So that I don’t have to know it all.

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