my misery laughs

by J.J. Campbell

cinnamon dreams
caught up in a
web of lies

is it love
or simply
convenience

is it meant to be
or a way to not
take a chance

these high wires
have been cut
before

why not now

why not you

this silly notion
that happiness
is something
everyone gets
to cherish

my misery laughs
in your beautiful
face

a thunderstorm
roars in the
distance

old bones have
seen this scene
one too many
times

may the gypsy
never leave
your soul