What Happens? Poem by Chelsea Hansford

A painted clown,
A silly face,
A misguided word,
Cant be erased.
What would you do if you had no one left?

A crtical
Catastrophy,
A loving hate,
Is what you see.
But what happens when the clock ceases to tick?

An empty grave,
No soul to grieve,
Mourners came,
But will quickly leave.
What happens when no one cares you're gone.

An apology,
Slips off the tongue,
Hearless life,
Starts to be undone.
You wont regret the opening of your heart.