The Jester,
Sleeping at the king's door,
Waiting to start another day
Full of sad smiles.
Bright colors,
Loud laughs,
Empty heart.
Empty soul.
Empty shell.
Entertaining others,
Just to get stepped on.
Acting jolly,
Humiliating one's self,
Managing to smile.
Always smiling,
But never being happy.
The bells on one's hat ringing,
The sound of happiness,
Not to be heard
For whom the bell tolls.
It's no jest,
When there's no life
Behind the grin
Of a Jester.
a poem by me.
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