No One Reads Poetry Anymore

it makes you laugh,
because it's not at all funny,
so much so it burns,
rather than tickles,

makes you cry,
because it makes you cease all else,
so much so you cry quiet,
rather than shriek out,

no one can hear,
no one can see you,
but you don't want them to hear,
but you do, you really do,

you want them to shut up,
you want them to shout out,
you want them to fist up,
you want them to knock out,

just to feel like they're back,
just to feel like they're alive,
cos now they're not anymore,
you don't know how to live your life,

but there is light brighter than midnight,
there is light worth going to sleep for,
there is light worth waking up for,
so do you really have to ask-

why no one reads poetry anymore?