In the depths of sad
I found I had
But one smile left
Crooked though it was
It still had the hooks
Sharp as could be;
To hang all my worries
Upon that smile
Nailed onto my face
Centered under my sad sad eyes
A bowl to hold my tears,
This was my smile
I wore proudly,
Until it crumbled
And broke off,
I rummaged again
Tried to find another,
Sifting through
The dried up shards
Of my heart
And all the torn up
Memories,
Rotting compost heap
Deep within
My chest,
Foot locker
Of my soul...
APAD13 017 - © okpoet
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
In the depths of sad
I found I had
But one smile left
Crooked though it was
It still had the hooks
Sharp as could be;
To hang all my worries
Upon that smile
Nailed onto my face
Centered under my sad sad eyes
A bowl to hold my tears,
This was my smile
I wore proudly,
Until it crumbled
And broke off,
I rummaged again
Tried to find another,
Sifting through
The dried up shards
Of my heart
And all the torn up
Memories,
Rotting compost heap
Deep within
My chest,
Foot locker
Of my soul...
APAD13 017 - © okpoet
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