Tatters

Jester wrapped in worn out wears. Forced smile to hide the tears. A feeling wrapped in crafty disguise for being so loud is not wise. A shield that echoes happiness, but deep within is loneliness, for the ghost of yester years hunts the soul, but no one hears. A prisoner of act undone; Of dreadful things that wished not done. Like a creeping shadow in memory that brings pain and misery. For the feeling of being alone is as gloomy as a lonely stone; A ghost that lives in isolation waiting for redemption. *The worst feeling is having no real one to tell what you feel, for even the wind could be a fierce judge.* January 9, 2023 Tatters Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose