The Grownup Game

She weeps like rain

In silence,

On the interior window pane.

A slow mist stills in her eyes

As she smiles a meek refrain.

When inside she cries

A thousand tears overflowing,

From the corner of her eyes.

The sadness she succumbs to

Dwells deep inside.

Where her heart is still

As her soul is pressed,

In the squeeze of mankind.

That oozes out the innards

As the years unwind.

She used to be happy,

But now she weeps like rain.

While the children still smile

Safe from the grownup game.

By Jody R. LaGreca