William F Glennon


Clown - Poem by William F Glennon

Hard rain falls on this place.
Makeup falls from my face.

The skies are dark and dreary.
I feel nameless and less cheery.

I am less the man without makeup.
God knows I can be a screw up.

Are drugs the only way to cope?
Does faith give you any hope?

Living in a masquerade waiting for that next fix.
I hide behind the reality I've chosen. I'm not immune.

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (4/16/2012 7:33:00 AM)


    Very sad but excellently written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012



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