Jester’s Demise


This padded cell surrounds me,
no doors to let me out.

My body and soul,
within my mind.
My smile, my frown,
when I’m glad, or not.

Capturing my prey with words,
black on a white canvas.
Forming traps for weary travelers
down corridors believed safe.

Words within words,
minds within minds.
Read these thoughts on your computer screen,
walk the corridor you feel to be safe.

Stare deep into my hypnotic world,
fall into the asylum of jester’s demise.

Written 7/16/2015

AP contest “Simply Me”


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