There is nobody
I can’t cheer up
Because I excel
At being a clown
I listen intently, actively
For the beat of their heart
No matter how deep embedded it is
In their sorrow
And I dredge them up
From the harshest darkness
Until they are finally able
To stand on their own again
But
My gift
My curse
Can’t help them once their happiness returns
And that is where they leave me
Alone
No fruits of my labor left to enjoy
But that’s ok.
I excel at being a clown
There’s no one I can’t cheer up
That includes me
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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