The Jester

My last semblance of sanity hanging by a thread
The pain in my head and heart are too much to bare
I look to run and find feet incapable of movement
Stuck in the mire of my self formed life
Blinded by my never ending need to be loved
I dance for only a moment haltingly in my jesters cap for all to see
As the bells from the fools cap ring their sadly melodic song so my silent tears vibrate their own tune
I live in a world built on promises constructed by liars
I find that I am indeed the fool
The trust of the innocent makes for the most useful tool in the capable hand of the liar.
A jester be the part I play best...jokes I may crack and slight of hand to entertain the few
Do not expect more dancing ye of little faith even that I can not imitate. So laugh oh ye villainous merry men, laugh
I am but your toy

Reviews

[Sapientiam]

Such emotions of disappointment and sorrow in this... But, it's still very good. I can sense the person's desire to be loved and the attention that is longed from those who only deceive you in the end. It almost seems as if all of this performance amounts to nothing, for no one wants to be by this person's side... Very lovely! Great job!

[Joy Carver]

Thank you for your review.

[Sapientiam]

You're welcome!

[Tom]

Yes, it's all too easy to grow cynical in a world of decadence and self-interest for a chosen few !

" I live in a world built on promises constructed by liars " ......great line !!!