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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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English3 days ago in Fiction
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I love this! It cheered me up!