Disaster Poem by nicole Davis

why shall we speak of laughter
why shall we speak of fun
when all that's left is disaster
and everything is done

why shall we weep for love
why shall we weep for death
why shall we do all of this
when nothing else is left

why shall I cry at night
why shall I not cry in the day
why shall I live a horrid life
and fake a smile today

why shall I talk of laughter
why shall I talk of fun
why shall I do all of this
when all I feel is gone