Life Alone Poem by S W

A child cries in the night
but fear is the day
a baby's blush upon the cheek
that did not fade away
Shadows in the moonlight
dance mocking on the wall
and laughter in that crowded room
is the cruellest sound of all.

Outside her netted window
a summers evening yearns
she rests her hand upon the door
but the handle will not turn
tears of mascara
a torn up invite to the ball
and laughter in a crowded room
is the cruellest sound of all

A life as empty as his glass
everyday the same
reads the words on beer mats
see's a candle lose it's flame
hands cupped as if in prayer
to the TV on the wall
and laughter in that crowded room
is the cruellest sound of all.