The joker

He laughs;

He laughs at Hurt and Pain,

At the promises left unfulfilled, the memories unformed,

At the songs stuck unsung in his heart,

He laughs at the silence - heavy with thoughts unexpressed,

He laughs at the enourmous wasteland of dreams,

He laugh at you and me, and at life itself;

And as the tears come, he close his eyes,

As darkness fills him, and therein he rests-

In a restless sleep.