The Downed Jester

A write of pure emotion. I do not remember the inspiration.. But every word was not planned out.. it just is...

A word dropped deeply in this wretched mood, completely 
blind in time.
Where are you headed? Do you need me to 
guide you? Is there some force that denied you?
 Are you physically restrained? 
Has your body been emotionally maimed? 

I must say this one runs deep... 
Down a rocky steap..
Path of internal terror, something that has me say,
I need you to be strong, to help me carry on, I'm sorry
But I must say, I will be gone... one day. 
I want you to be able...To finish things with the power of your mind.
Leave all those bad habits behind. 
Just a lonely soul  Preaching to the choir.

The thoughts at the surface of the
Black sea, that which is me... The Downed Jester

-Downed Jester