Written by: Bart Jonas

It disappeared from my body
as I continue to write
but the smile is solemn cold
The poem that is written has
no emotion written into it
Just empty verbs
useless adjectives
Silent cliches
on a piece of 8 by 11
Late Winter cold change
These eyes look out upon the snow
however,it's expression is like the soul
Mother is heard by these ears,crying
for her little baby boy to come back to her
He is a grown up now,alas
Ever so Still without uttering a quaint brief phrase
It is empty in the air
No one else bothers to look over there
to see a simpleton behind the keyboard
Typing this poem without anyone to read it
If you do, would be in vain
I have been gone since I turned 36