Viola Grey - My Old Friend

Do I really need to slip into the abyss
to entertain your ears.
Why does every darkest tear touch you
more than the glow of joy.
I know we love a tragedy
and celebrate all lost souls,
but can't we still get lifted away
with laughter.
As I sink into his warmth, I surrender these tears
and bathe in his smile.
No delusions linger here on this pen,
I still know of darkness.
It's been a friend too long to simply walk away,
so I keep the door open
to greet my old friend
with laughter.

14/09/08

Viola Grey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-old-friend-5/