The Masquerade of a Fool

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  1. Emerald Hyperion

    Emerald Hyperion Sorta Well-Known Member

    The Masquerade of a Fool

    Can you see it? It's always been there.
    A fool whose face hides a great deal of despair.
    He dons a mask, opaque to the masses, hiding a scowl and a frown.
    When he cries, nary an attempt is made to turn it upside down.

    Why? Because it cannot be seen.
    His tears cannot be dried nor his true face cannot be clean.
    All those that look at him see otherwise, a false act of emotion.
    Mere fronts of happiness, contrived as the clarity of the ocean.

    Can you sense it? Look for the truth.
    Behind the laughter, behind the smiles, it doesn't take a sleuth.
    No one has a clue that the fool suffers, his mask playing tricks.
    No one has a care that the fool aches, his end drawing near as the clock ticks.

    Why? Because there is no other way.
    The happiness is an illusion, catering to those as if acting in a play.
    The masquerade succeeds to provide but fails to find peace.
    The wonders of the fool's pain and sorrow however, will never cease.

    Can you feel it? You don't want to.
    The artificial acts he provides, are met with acceptance lacking shades of blue.
    The painstaking ploys he creates, are taken with ignorant blissful stride.
    The reneging ruses he performs, are observed with ugly glamour and conniving pride.

    Why? All because of the regrets of a fool.
    Forever he'll wear his mask, always remaining a tool.
    People unaware, he will dance with a misleading melody, true and trite.
    People uncaring, he will sing songs of spurious season, long into the night.

    Can you hear it? You may be deaf.
    For no one had seen the clutching of the heart, as he whimpered.
    For no one heard the cries of the fool, as he crumbled.
    For no one sensed the pain that radiated from his aura, as he twitched.
    For no one felt the horror that surrounded his body, still as it remained.
    The act came to a silent close, leaving an empty audience,
    at last leaving the death of a fool behind and forgotten.

    (Note: I personally thought this fell apart towards the end, but I tried to make do. I'm not really satisfied with it overall... but its sometimes hard to write poetry when you're feeling extremely shitty.)
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I think it was very well written as many of us do wear the a mask for others.
  3. Emerald Hyperion

    Emerald Hyperion Sorta Well-Known Member

    Thank you violet, I really appreciate it.
  4. fweeps

    fweeps Staff Alumni

    Excellent poem...stanza by stanza i couldnt wait to read more...:stars:
  5. Emerald Hyperion

    Emerald Hyperion Sorta Well-Known Member

    Thank you fweeps.
  6. Chargette

    Chargette Well-Known Member

    This poem is me to a T. Thank you for writing this. It's good to know what we go through to protect ourselves from the world can be put into words.
  7. Emerald Hyperion

    Emerald Hyperion Sorta Well-Known Member

    I agree completely... and thank you, Vivian, and you're very welcome! :hug:
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