the night is colder than usual
the breeze is sharper than any day
the douse of rain is shattering the bones
the knight always come to rescue the princess
yet the jester remains the same
amusing, entertaining, but then again, a fool
alone on his mule, yet the jester feels nothing
nothing but pain, loneliness, and grief
with the fake smiles and heartwarming jokes he lives on
needn't know of the truth, blindsided, and duped
the jester can't find any light of divinity
yet again the duty of a jester is to amuse
rumors yet to come
about the knight in shining armor and the princess
unaware of the jester's presence,
yet again the jester is a fool
exiled feeling are all the feeling he felt
the only thing he knows best is to entertain
setting aside his own deep feelings
gathering attention, cope along with the knight and the princess
little did they know, the jester needed more
day by day hungry for awareness the jester lives in despair
as days gone by, withering hope is all he can have
shimmering pages have left and not a single thing he get
other's laughter is his pleasure but deep inside, he breaks down
the more pages i read the more I wept
after all I am the Jester
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