there’s a lump in my throat where a laugh used to be
did the good times get away, or is that just me?
there is ache where distant smiles war again to be recalled
are those dear memories real or have I forgotten them all?
ease of step and stride no longer accompany my gait
or is there a plan in place, or just some cruel fate?
up-turns always close to the corners of my mouth aren’t there
have those pleasantries vanished into the cold winter air?
free flowing thought seems hemmed in by barriers I cannot see
where is the joy that often wandered about, boundless and free?
the frame from where I peer closes in like dark of impending night
dare I ask my role in the stifling of that darling light?