The Entertainer and The Viewer

When happiness seems unreal, out of reach.

The curtain rises

the magician surprises

appearing in smoke

making me choke

He's absolutely brilliant

I try to stay resilient

against all his magic

yet i can't, how tragic

 

His looks are charming

and I find him alarming

as he takes my hand

causing me to stand

I walk to the stage

placed within a cage

my trust stays intact

then is lost in the act

I dissappear

placed back in my seat

my worlds now unclear

he was so discreet

He the entertainer

made images planar

And I the viewer

became a pursuer

The audience cheered

His presence revered

I was just a pawn

And he was now gone

He was the Magician Happiness,

A perplex illusion,

A slide of hand, 

And a trick of the heart.

Author's Note

I made up the phrase at the bottom and had used it in my story Catching Fire Stars. When I was rereading my story I came across it. I then came up with this poem off the top of my head, so I know it's not that great. This poem is the entertainer and you the reader are the viewer, so enjoy ^_^

Reviews

[Sam Gregory]

It seemed a fairly simple but enjoyable poem, a good read. Keep it up :)

[Skye]

I love it, as I do all of your poems. Its very enjoyable to read. :)

[Serenity Faith]

Thanks so much Skye! ^_^ I enjoy your work as well.