The Jester


They laughed and smiled and even shed a tear
As he made his jaunty way
The love he felt so pure, but always taken away

Like butterflies to flowers, and maggots to flesh
He would return to play them, be happy and gay
The job was done quite rightly but then to his dismay

The Jester would return home
A bleeding smile of teeth, to laugh at himself this time;
To see what lay beneath
Each breath feels like a hurricane tearing him apart

The Jester is alone, a break it is today?


2 thoughts on “The Jester

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