The Clown
The clown
a living metaphor
of what you see
Still learning
to make a funny face
to walk differently
to perform before an audience
A juggling fool
with worn out socks
in waiting for an applaude
to satisfy a world of melanchony
delerium and expectations
Wearing a big shoes
bigger than its being
Keeping balance of all inbalance
to nurture hungry mouths
which survive on half a planet
or what is left of it
To feed human shadows
Which await the round red nose
and stretched out lips
Which await the mask
that veils turmoil and pain
The clown
with a spirit to live
and heart to die
is back in full circus
splashing coloured confetti
on dark shades of grey
The clown
a tear away from who I am
The heterozygote twin
in the mirror of my mortal smile
is back in town
and coming out to play
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013
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