A Fool’s Pain
I feel everything and nothing.
I wake up and want the release
Of my own breath.
And to think that I fear said death,
A cruel joke from draconian gods.
My eyes wash over seas of blank looks.
Grayed out faces that lack depth,
Like mannequins. Easily replaceable.
Dead, piercing eyes.
They fear the things I talk about in hushed tones.
They say I frighten them.
But by the next moment they all laugh with me.
It is bittersweet to play the part of the fool.
Which is what I do.
To be the center of attention,
The one to help others deal with sorrow,
To brighten those gray days.
The trade off is that the fool has no one to raise his spirits.
To calm his storms. To comfort. To talk.
But yet the fool carries on.
Laughing through the tears.
Singing through the pain.
-K