Tragically Mirthless

Laughter
Underused by
The Bitter and forlorn
Doubting their lugubrious lives
No fun

Somewhere,
Lost in the years
Lay the remains of a
Fractured spirit, weathered by pain
No joy

Humor
Once effortless,
Now a hidden birthmark
A subterfuge of emotion
No smiles

Missing;
Forgotten glee
Stolen by circumstance
And caused by overwhelming grief
No drive

Absent
In mind and soul
Waiting for the anvil,
Depriving them of happiness
No life