Smiles that don't,
quite reach the corners.
Laughs that don't,
ring quite right.
How could
a
room of
people be so,
cold and lonely.
Trapped
in
a
cage of
non-integrity.
Survival of the endurers
those who stand still,
stoic like statues.
Who
wait.
Who
watch,
the same o' flawed scene
over and over again.
~ keli ~
