When sadness strikes like
a match to my soul
and living is drudgery
and my pulse slows to 49
because the thought of
life beyond the pink
horizon calms me tremendously.
I think of our laughter together;
our churning, choking laughter,
and I smile through my pain for
a second or two;
then I gaze through the
Venetian blinds at the gray
sky and the sycamore trees and
the daffodils in the distance,
and none of them are
laughing, for they know that
laughter always dies.
The heart tries to hold on,
but loses every time.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
pretty much sums up this life of mine....
brilliant and painful my friend;
Thank you. I appreciate it my friend.
We all love to laugh, but still, it is so often grossly underrated .. I think it is priceless .. and yes, you have done it proud here Thomas .. Neville
Thank you, Sir.
"The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth."
Thanks.
Thoughts of laughter only momentary relief?
That's bad news, and if real at this moment needs.......
Vivid depiction of severe depression, Thomas.
To everything... a season. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Wow! It’s literal and metaphoric all at once. “I think of our laughter …,and smile thru the pain for a second or TWO
And the ending line - motherfucker hitting that nail—speaks strongly to all about the futility of trying to live in the past. And Boss, there were a dozen more examples worthy of detailed introspection.
You sir, continue to be a monster!
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Laughter will never die Thomas it is a wonderful healer in our lives.
Andy
Yes, it is. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Good write T.
Ohh I gotta laugh at me own jokes. Well if I don't, maybe no one else will, as they're quite corny. lol.
Lol.
Time takes all. In the downward slide of life entropy is the winner and laughter's echoes grow dimmer with time. Good write Thomas.
Thank you. Much appreciated.
Such truth, beautifully written as always, when the laughter dies, I felt every bit of this emotionally and through your tapestry of imagery. 🌹
Thank you, Sweet Teddy.
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