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Emelia Madelyn Poem
He glances ‘round the crowded room,
Where laughter sparks and joy resumes.
He plays along, a practiced mime—
Lifts his lips, but not in time.
For somewhere deep, his mind has flown,
His soul long gone, he stands alone.
What’s left behind, a hollow frame—
A shadowed man without a name.
And oh,
You cannot feign what isn’t true.
So smiles, like paint, began to skew—
A circus mask, a jester’s frown,
The silent tears of one worn down.
The clown remained, as days went by,
But joy, it wilted, left to die.
Behind the lens, a smile posed—
But all that gleamed was false, composed.
Where is the laughter? Where’s the cheer?
What once was light now disappears.
And all that’s left when curtains drown,
Are soft and salty tears of a clown.
He tried to hide the ache with grace,
But sorrow shimmered on his face.
And though he smiled, his eyes betrayed—
The hush where happiness once stayed.
Why, love—
It was the tears of a clown.
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Emelia Madelyn Poem
I look at the same joyful face,
At the same old table, same time, same place.
The date returns— I feel that fear,
She’ll speak again. She’s always near.
The clock, it ticks like ghostly chimes,
Reminding me of borrowed times.
“She reassured me with an unfamiliar line”
She’s said it now at least a hundred times.
For six long centuries she’s stayed the same,
While I grow old and lose my name.
Her eyes still shimmer, her smile still glows,
While I bend low where sorrow grows.
This time I dared to ask her “why”,
And if she came down from the sky.
She shook her head with sorrowed grace,
And she whispered as she touched my face:
“You are the one who cannot wake
From dreams your soul refused to break.”
She kissed my cheek— I felt no heat.
My heart forgot its normal beat.
I tried to leave, to stand, to flee,
But walls of mist encircled me.
The table stayed, the chairs did too,
The sky outside had lost its blue.
She floated near, moon-cold and pale.
With eyes like clouds and breath like hail.
“She reassured me with an unfamiliar line”
But now… I think I knew that sign.
For though her words once brought me dread,
They now feel soft inside my head.
And maybe time had closed the door—
The line she spoke was strange no more.
What once had echoed like a plea,
Now felt like a part of what made me.
Perhaps this dream was never mine.
But still, I knew that final line.
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Emelia Madelyn Poem
I walked across the earth today,
A ballad seemed to trail my way.
I think the sirens called to me—
Into their ship beneath the sea.
But what had scared me wasn’t beasts,
Or skies that dulled to stormy greys,
Nor was it how the ballad screamed—
But that I wasn’t scared. Not fazed.
I’ve been so many kinds of soul,
But never human. Never whole.
I crossed a bridge that swayed and cracked,
But that’s where I would find you back—
At the world’s end.
Where all fades black.
What scared me was not sky or shore,
But that I never knew much more.
Was there a truth I couldn’t see?
Was a black hole waiting for me?
Was this the end, or something blessed?
Are we in heaven—
If it exists?
The sea was made of all my tears.
But what had made me cry weren’t fears—
Not monsters,
Not the song that tore,
But knowing I was here—no more.
The last on Earth.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was a dream I’d caught—
One I’ll never wake up from.
Or maybe this was heaven…
If such a place could come.
Are you real?
Or are you just a name I follow?
A shadow I can’t reach?
Or death?
Death is waiting.
But slow, it nears.
I’ll see you there
In a hundred years—
Upon my bed
When time runs dry,
And I can finally
Close my eyes.
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Emelia Madelyn Poem
Alone I rot, yet no one cares to see,
The darkness deep within me.
I reach for loving hands,
Yet all I get is emptiness in these dark lands.
My voice is lost like whispers on the sea.
The wind may howl,
But no one will think of me.
I am a forgotten soul,
Never to feel whole.
They dance in warmth, while night encircles me,
never letting me feel glee.
Never help, never care,
leaving me in despair.
And when I cry,
I feel as if I wish to die.
I search for happiness,
yet I still feel nastiness.
All I ask for is one chance,
yet all I get is a glance.
Some have their joy untouched
By sorrow’s cruel design.
But I never feel divine.
Alone I rot, yet no one cares to see,
the darkness deep within me.
Copyright © emelia madelyn | Year Posted 2025
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