Laughing, joking,
New ways to play,
Act the fool.
Stunts always bring out
The best laughs,
Stunts lead to pain,
But it's not
The torturous pain
That lays deep inside,
Buried deep so as not to slip out
Amongst one's peers.
It festers so,
To come tearing out
Once alone.
Ripping apart the mask
Of carefully crafted illusion,
Torturing the now laid
Bare soul which finds itself
Without the taunting
Of the audience
It sought to delight.
Grasping for the other Masks on hand,
Alcohol,
Needles,
Powder,
Paid women of delight,
Anything other than the face of
Painful reality.
Until the next time the expectation
Comes for the performance of the
Tortured clown's soul.
Photo by Louise Patterton on Unsplash
A very important issue so well dealt. Great admirations. Repressed emotions often find a slit to come out. Hiding in mask is pleasurable but reality never gets changed and suffering multiplies. Good words Congratulations for the poem as poem of the day.
A superb poem of the day. Simply fascinating. Congrats on your featured piece....10++
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Grasping for the other Masks on hand, Alcohol, Needles, Powder, Paid women of delight, Tortured clown and his soul. a very powerful graphic. tony
A poignant and vivid portrayal of a unique life of a clown. A well crafted write. Congratulations !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing write. With appropriate beautiful picture.