Jail House Laughter
Forded laughter, empty of mirth.
A pretense of amusement, empty of worth.
Jail house laughter, hard and brittle.
Louder than normal, but means so little.
Laughing just to keep from crying,
their laughter just a sad way of lying.
Lying to themselves but not to me.
Their laughter, an aggravated assault on my reality.
Copyright © John Philips | Year Posted 2017
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