The Harlequin's Story, part 1

 

The Harlequin’s Story (part 1)

 

Voiceless whispers disturbed my dreams,

destroying worlds that always seem

more real than the world that is.

 

Like yesterday, and the day before

I open my eyes to see the door

where there hangs a figure by a thread.

 

He has no voice to laugh or cry,

just coal black eyes that question, “Why?”

as I stumble from my bed.

 

Every day it’s the same routine,

recriminations from a figurine

who knows what it means to lie.

 

Once, not long ago, he sold his soul

took the bribe to play a role

picked by a society of “adults.”

 

Now he watches as I dress for work

with a silent laugh and a deafening smirk,

whispering, “Soon you’ll hang here by my side.”

 

I try to tell him I won’t share his fate,

but he just smiles, saying “It’s too late,

all your dreams are gone.”

 

I look for the words to prove he’s lying,

but all I find are the embers dying,

deep within my soul.

 

I search for an answer, seek any escape,

but the sun keeps rising and it’s growing late,

as I just sit there, and fidget with my tie.

Reviews

[Lady Insomnia]

Wow that was amazing. This has got to be my favorite piece of writing so far. I simply love it. And I can definitely relate to it. Great work.