Okay here's another daily poem about the ~ Mark
There's a fool who can't care for
himself
He's a puppet on strings, a mindless
elf
His friends are mad, frustrated and
sad
For they see the harm that's been had
He gives and gives, to everyone
around
But never to himself, always on the
ground
His mind is drilled, it's not his fault
But his friends can't bear the assault
They watch him dance, to someone's
tune
Hoping the strings break, before he's
ruined
They see the pain, they feel the hurt
And know it's not his choice to divert
They try to reason, to make him see
That he's worth more, than just a
puppetry
But the fool can't hear, he can't
understand
For his mind is chained, to someone's
command
His friends won't give up, they'll stand
by his side
For they care too much, to watch him
hide
They hope and pray, that one day he'll
break free
And have control, over his destiny
For a puppet is not meant, to dance
forever And the strings will break, eventually
sever
Then the fool will rise, from his
slumber
And take control, of his own number
His friends will be there, to lend a
hand
And help him stand, tall and grand
For true friends don't leave, in times of
need
They stay and fight, until they
succeed.
Day: 04/07/2023
Echoes of Sorrow: The Hollow One’s Laughter
So I’m not clowning him on this one it’s just he doesn’t talk about this enough and it needs to be known. (He’ll definitely get me for this. sorry, bro I just can’t stand to see you like this any longer it’s been 7 years and it scares me to see it sometimes.
He was taught to keep his emotions in check,
To hide his feelings, to never reflect,
Tears were a sign of weakness and shame,
And so he buried them, playing the game.
He struggled to express himself freely,
His words were empty, his thoughts unruly,
His heart ached, but he could not show,
The pain that he felt, the inner woe.
He tried to be strong, to be a man,
To hold it all in, to have a plan,
But the pressure built, the burden grew,
And soon he found himself feeling askew.
And when he finally broke, the tears did flow,
But all that showed was a man with a bizarre glow,
A smile, a laugh, that seemed out of place,
A broken soul, lost in the race.
For the lessons he had learned were wrong,
And his heart had suffered for far too long,
The tears he shed were not a sign of defeat,
But a release, a freedom, a chance to be complete.
But the damage was done, and the pain remained,
A reminder of the lessons ingrained,
That emotions were to be hidden and disguised,
And that vulnerability was something to despise.
And so he wept, with a smile on his face,
A chilling reminder of his inner disgrace,
A man broken by the rules of society,
Forever lost in his melancholy.