Untitled Poem

Well, it's been a little while since I've needed to write...

Lets just say I need to write now.

Desperate yawns,
Among the quiet humming.
Burning eyes,
Filled with stale tears.

The discarded jester,
Dressed in glory,
Smiles his way to life.
Never knowing the time.

Drive for passion,
The fear of correctness,
Eating at the layers.
Mocking the movements.

Where is it that life goes,
When God takes the day off?
Is it practical for children,
To know the love of parents?

Forever gone the days of youth,
The innocence burned at the stake.
Only shells remain to be filled,
Fortified by legions of pain.

Why is it the Joker is tossed,
When it alone knows the score?
The Joker torn and scattered,
The game played and won.