I have lost my sense of humour
Can’t laugh out aloud and yell
My go to is my misery of life and living my hidden hell
In years gone by I laughed and rolled, joyously in the air
The future held such promise – that has all gone as well
Who is this tiny tense smiling person, I know her not at all
The mirror shows aged lines and grimaces to sad to tell
Where is the girl with flowing hair who wanted to bounce through life?
Crushed under other’s dreams, stepped on like a mouse
Struggling under the weight of life
Crying far too much
Bring back my sense of humour, my joy of life and promise
I can not be this person any more
My world is damned and dark
Looking back over my musings I see the pattern forming
Sadly it is not one of light hope only of the darkness dawning.