The Echoes of Mocking Laughter
In laughter’s shade, where mockery takes flight,
The jester’s glee, a veil for pain and scorn,
Beneath the humor, hides another’s plight.
When jests are cast in ridicule’s harsh light,
A tender soul, through laughter, torn and worn,
In laughter’s shade, where mockery takes flight.
Each chuckle, each guffaw, an unseen bite,
A spirit bruised, a heart left tattered, lorn,
Beneath the humor, hides another’s plight.
In joy’s disguise, the barbs we might recite,
Can wound the ones the jests were not meant for,
In laughter’s shade, where mockery takes flight.
The stumbles, the falls, the sorrows,
are the comedy of those without pain,
They laugh at clumsy, foreign steps,
from their tower, without feeling the lament,
Beneath the humor, hides another’s plight.
They laugh without seeing, in their hollow joy,
that each laugh tears a soul apart,
Each mockery, a dull mirror, reflecting their emptiness, their battle,
In laughter’s shade, where mockery takes flight.
May our laughs be echoes of joy, not of pain,
not of cold irony,
May we remember on our journey,
in every face, there’s a poetry,
In laughter’s shade, where mockery takes flight,
Beneath the humor, hides another’s plight.
Drew Frederic