Within lies a jester with the power of laughter.
that's all he knew, something more he sought after.
So he went to fear, that didn't seem scary at all.
To borrow an emotion, but ran into a wall
So he went to anger, and that too disagree
It didn't stop with sadness
It didn't stop with glee.
Seemed a bit snobbish going around jealousy
Love, loved to laugh, but love didn't love me.
Now all these emotions, looked at the jester entertainingly.
Not a single one laughed, but the jester.
Would you call him happy?
Or is a royal fool, all that you see?
Yes, he laughs, but for what, is the mystery.
- Author: Amareautemvitae ( Offline)
- Published: January 2nd, 2024 21:59
- Comment from author about the poem: It\\\'s spoken in a hall-mark christmas like tone. The night before christmas
- Category: Reflection
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