Jingle jangle
soft bells
toll the passing grace
motley dressed
purples
blacks
white
harlequin faced
tongue be torn
a good place to let
secrets lay.
Into corner pulled
ear twisted
one up
one down…..
he did this
he did that
help me to shine
what should I do
help me with all the lies?
Time beribboned
forward
backward
twisted
curved
seems as though lived through yesteryear
the games I watch today.
Warned you
truth always remains
burning away
ricketted bridges
spawned from deception
flames errupt
burning thrones
Jester girl
upon flagstones sat
unable to voice my truth.
©August 6/20
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