sjsprWriting

Silent spells

and weary eyes.

Forced laughter covers faces.

Bland, dull, lifeless.

Black, gray, and brown holes 

for eyes.

Smudged with indecency 

and false regret.

What else do you speak of?

What else can you think of?

Silent spells and weary eyes 

make up all of you.

I'm leaving,

gone with the wind.