Laughter

Deep within a well of ink
A nib of sin alone I sink

My eye shan’t pierce this darkened veil
My hand shan’t shift this wooden jail

I call to all but none returned
Can no one hear whence I’m interned

The lid held fast by iron spike
And lined with silk or something like

I beg, I plead ‘hind eyes that well
Then naught but hollow laughter swell

On final nail the hammer fall
This final resting place withal

I fought until the splash I felt
The coffin fills, my sentence dealt

14 thoughts on “Laughter

  1. The way of talk, you used was great. I actually talk like that sometimes when playing with my grandkids they think Im silly. That way of language also carries one’s mind back into another era, or time…

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