A Time To Stop Smiling
Sitting on a bench, the sun drizzles over me
Strangers pass by sewn on their faces, stories of regret and triumph
Some eyes wells of the deepest depths that no coin has ever reached
and no wish never granted
Some mannequins with plastic eyes
and bodies punctured hissing life out
The suited boss too busy missing life to live it
The student searching the skyline with vintage camera,
hoping for the latest movement
The women struggles with broken bags and splintered fingers
The Stoner wobbles forward as if pushed by invisible hands
happy in his own
Frames of humanity scattered through my thoughts
as the sun ducks its face beneath the clouds
My smile inside never warms the all
and all the faces passing never seem to share
The lone smile inside can never find the same
and slowly dies alone and unseen
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
