I am the fool dancing in front of royalty.
Acting upon a mix of words and movement.
Creating a harmonious beat,
As they laugh at me.
The dance of death weaves me in,
As I struggle to keep hold.
I am still the fool dancing.
I fall and break unable to move.
They think it's a joke .
"What is the purpose of my life," I croak.
Nothing
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
