| 27 Reasons to Quit Smiling |
Humor
used to build itself up
As if from nothing,
and I would often
Find myself unable to speak-
From the fear that
I might never stop
Once I had discovered
That someone was actually listening.
So I would stand
as still as I could,
And quietly allow
the wonder of it all
To filter through
the empty parts of me.
Now all those places
Stand in ruin,
And when I go to visit
I often put my foot
Through the floor-
And I fall
Faster than lead
through gossamer.
Each time I fall farther
From the chance
Of recovery.
Now all the things
I used to find so beautiful
Are painful just to see.
and again, I find
I cannot speak-
Though this time
the fear is no longer
a friendly thing.
All I hear are echoes
In this house of memory.
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