The Fool

a poem based on the question will i remain a fool & will i be able to change the outcomes.

Sometimes I am just a fool,

I don't know what to do

my heart cries out in pain,

all I can do is watch in vain.

How can something so small

turn into something so wrong.

How can my soul be torn apart

Why have things gone so wrong,

when all was going right.

When did my shining star

become so dull in life?

Is there a way around the pain?

Do I have to struggle in vain?

Is there a way to fix my broken soul?

Or am I meant to stay a fool?