Segments of Days

I could hear her screams.

It echoed all throughout the room. They took her away. They took her away.

They took the only light left in my life. I am not sure which screams were louder, mine, or hers.

I could hear their laughs.

I hear it everywhere I go.

They mock me.

They slap me.

They ridicule me.

Their actions are nothing now.

It may be taunting.

It may be deafening.

It may be redundant. 

But it is only laughable.

Fools are trying to fool other fools.

Who would not laugh at that?

The lady is looking at me sympathetically.

She thinks I'm crazy. She wants to send me away.

But I did nothing. All I ever do is laugh. 

But she thinks it is odd.

But who cares about what she thinks?

I am a free man.

She cannot make me leave the place of memories.

Those people threw me in.

I was forced into a room.

Words of  'comfort' were spoken.

But those people know nothing.

They think they understand us.

But they are not assisting anyone by transporting us to a suffocating house.

It only makes us impossible to handle.

Everyone here is like me.

We all laugh.

We laugh at the birds taking off.

We laugh at the polished marble floors.

We laugh at the clear blue skies.

We laugh at each other. 

Everyone must have lost a loved one.