Alan Browne

Sad Clown

Laughing on the out
Crying on the in.

Smiling and, jocular.

Running around in
their size sixteens
throwing cherry pies,
jumping on the bouncy castle

Everyones friend.

Behind the painted mask,
the Poker face reveals its hand
eyes soaked in sorrow, joys
blocked by stagnant woes,
chiseled into the walls of their mind,
Elusive demons at their door
Relentless till there is no more

Topic(s) of this poem: Dark

Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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