Who is the joker?
Is he my secret
Or something that I regret
Either way he is something that I will fret
The joker is my sickness
And the pain is relentless
I wake up to this terrible nightmare
To realize, its reality
And that is the real scare
Because the joker is eating away my sanity
Like a game of cards, you can play me
You can call the bluff on me
When I hold the numbers of diamonds
You hold the faces of diamonds
When I hold the numbers of hearts
You hold the faces of hearts
Same goes for the numbers of clubs or spades
You possess the face cards in all the shades
When it’s my turn to reign
With Kings, queens and jacks
Somehow I never gain
My victory still lacks
Because,
The cards that I hold
Kings, queens and jacks, don’t fold
The joker card is all that wins
The grin on the card, illustrating my sins
His words were poison
For which I had committed treason
His motives were selfish
The morality in me vanished
He is a fire I avoided
For he creates a void
Between my soul and me
The joker ignites the worst side of me
He is someone I don’t want to be
But he has the faces of me
For the joker isn’t me
But a devil I cease to be
He was a fire of my past
A fire I had put off, at last
I turned my shoulders
When he was ash and smoulders
He was put in a vacuum
So he could suffer without air
For he is a fire for whom
Even air wouldn’t care
Dead, I thought he was
Free, I thought I was
But, Incidences helped in recalling these memories
And aggravate a pain I held for centuries
Because the illusion of a put out flame
Helped revive the jokers name
You are my secret
You are my regret
You only want insanity to reside
Joker you are nothing but the devil inside
-Saad Suhail
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A Speech
PoetryThis is a 5 part series depicting a battle between the sorrows and pains of one person. This person is unable to express it and ends up being bottled up because of it. So, this person confronts his deepest darkest secret.
