A Jester's Gesture, a poem by James Yesley at Spillwords.com

A Jester’s Gesture

written by: James Yesley

5:30 Am, and the sun peaks at our side of the world.
I wonder why it even bothers to come up at all.
It’s easy to forget, in this quiet stillness.
That we all have a job to do.
We are all meant for something.
Is it fate that continues this neverending scream?
It’s deafening.
At least it used to be…
Now the words, her words, there’s too much space between them.
A man cannot sustain himself on such meager things.
Like a forgotten dog, he is thrown the occasional scrap.
Then kicked repeatedly, when he only wanted to be loved.
Constantly reminded, with every word.
That he is only held here for entertainment.
A fool for the Red Queen’s enjoyment.
“What will the fool do today?”
Exactly what he does best.
He’ll make her smile, make her cry.
He shouldn’t even continue to try.
Yet, he still places both feet on the floor.
By 6:00 Am, it won’t even matter anymore.