Autopsy

By Juan Paolo dela Cruz

When the day is at its expiration
I am left here: stagnant, cloistered, and confused
Alone, eaten by my admiration
Burning the laughter and smiles that were abused

Again, felicity had hidden itself from me
Forsaking the boy that lived by its existence
A hunger, a gasp, for happiness till eternity
To pay for the lifeless clown that lost its smile...