The jester

A jester on the king's court.
The show is on.
The jester performs his final act.
And the laughters rise.
The smile plastered on his face
Hides his true despair.
As the crowd roars in laughter,
His heart continues to bleed.
Thundering applause in the king's court,
Then the curtains fall.
The jester's true self reveals.
He makes his final bow
In the shadows of the empty stage,
And he stumbles and falls
Into the recesses of his cage.
Fettered is he,
Like an animal in chains.
A fool he is played,
By the sullied king.

Was transferring this from paper (on my work notebook!) to here and then while typing, the last 4 verses decided to pop into my head. Was reading Wally Lamb's we are water and it said something like there is this madness in the creative process, where the artist has an insane urge to draw- that this idea/ picture just has to be put out there. That's actually very true. Sometimes it feels as if I don't write down the verses in my head I will go mad (ok being melodramatic but the feeling is like you have an incomplete to-do list that is at the back of your head).