House Of Cards




                             

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A free verse poem on the Joker (as in a deck of cards.) Always expected to be joking around, yet what happens in those moments when the mask is removed? On prompt: jolly. <3

House Of Cards

Lifeless, yet animated,

Lifeless, yet animated, The epitome of joy.

Lifeless, yet animated, The epitome of joy. Smile dances upon lips,

Lifeless, yet animated, The epitome of joy. Smile dances upon lips, A twinkling tattoo,

Lifeless, yet animated, The epitome of joy. Smile dances upon lips, A twinkling tattoo, Carved into flesh

Lifeless, yet animated, The epitome of joy. Smile dances upon lips, A twinkling tattoo, Carved into flesh Like a crescent in the sky.

I am a ghost of a woman

I am a ghost of a woman Whose red paint faded,

I am a ghost of a woman Whose red paint faded, Scratched and torn at;

I am a ghost of a woman Whose red paint faded, Scratched and torn at; Dwindled away with

I am a ghost of a woman Whose red paint faded, Scratched and torn at; Dwindled away with Each striking wave.

And with an endless starry sky,

And with an endless starry sky, Brought down a house of cards;

And with an endless starry sky, Brought down a house of cards; Ended a tenacious tune.

Now tell me,

Now tell me, Do you see my smile?

Now tell me, Do you see my smile? Freshly painted

Now tell me, Do you see my smile? Freshly painted Upon the whisper of dawn,

Now tell me, Do you see my smile? Freshly painted Upon the whisper of dawn, As I build up that

Now tell me, Do you see my smile? Freshly painted Upon the whisper of dawn, As I build up that house

Now tell me, Do you see my smile? Freshly painted Upon the whisper of dawn, As I build up that of house

Now tell me, Do you see my smile? Freshly painted Upon the whisper of dawn, As I build up that of house cards,

Now tell me, Do you see my smile? Freshly painted Upon the whisper of dawn, As I build up that of house cards, O n c e m o r e.

"Concealing from truth will merely push us into the abyss of despair." -Unknown

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