Submitted Poetry: Deep in Thought

By Joanna H. Weaver, Texas

When you tell me I look so serious
That I should smile like you’re my cue,
Like that’s enough to forget the ache inside my head,

That heartless friend that greets me sends me to sleep,
Holds my mind to my face everyday, not buried in thought,
Not a lousy mood, just holding it, just holding on to
Something else far away.

Don’t ask me to smile.