The Face of Wit

Behind all comics is a very sad face.
A face kept from us with humor,
and we laugh,
oblivious to the weeping
in the pause of their voices,
an unnatural sign of exhaustion.
Like a child
that cries itself to sleep
because no one came,
and all their tears turned to ice
so they could never fill their eyes again.
And a scream inside them
turned to laughter,
wit to mask their sense of chaos
and silence,
silencing their sorrow
with a gift for words.