The Court Jester is Crumbling

Her feelings are burried deep down
like the pharohs of old.

She pushes on and carries on
Protecting her family
by bringing them endless laughter.

But

Her Humor is drying out
like a puddle in a drought.

The court jester is stumbling
struggling to hold on
She is reaching out for help

The court jester is crumbling
right infront of everyones eyes.
But she does it in secret

with a slice of her wrist here
and a swipe at her legs there.

She puts on her plastic smile
and brings laughter to everyone around her.

Author's Note

I'm the self proclaimed Life's court jester.
(Look at my poem the story behind the court jester)

Reviews

[Mushy]

You've written a touching poem, with which I can personally connect to. Though the ending seems abrupt. Perhaps a little figurative wording like you have leading up to the last four lines. And in relation to the plastic smile; perhaps do a play on words with the masked sticks that jesters use? However I enjoyed your writing as a whole.