Sylvia Lupien Poet Rhyme

Circus Life

Circus Life

Inside, it smells like death and pain. 
And two beasts guard 
the heart of my brain. 
Puzzles and pieces 
scatter from the hilt. 
My spine breaks under
this mountain of guilt. 

Colors and feelings 
are nothing compared to 
believing 
The awful stench 
inside my head.
Bleeding with ink
and clouded with dread. 

Beast number one rears its ugly head
and says my dear, what do you most dread? 
Well, that's metaphorical 
and certainly quite volatile. 
But let me sit and think. 
I suppose, she replies, that what causes that stink
is my brain one day 
running out of ink. 

Beast number one 
guards feelings and reelings 
Beast number one roars 
Day after day, guards cycles 
and riffles. 
But beast number one, to me 
he just says
'These thoughts, they are 
just all in your head.'

Beast number two, 
well, she is rather blue. 
About all this pain, 
you see, she has it too, 
and above all she is 
most difficult to tame. 
But each day from her head
Reels the stuff that she dreads,
And lands in my heart, each day, it can't start.
But each day, it's the same. 

But past all the beasts 
And tricks and applause; 
Sneak under this tent, 
and do mind the claws. 
All mirrors obstruct her 
from the crowd. 
So she sees all her flaws 
and her thoughts are so loud. 

Too loud for the number one 
circus attraction. 
Step up, step two, gents,
she loves the attention. 
Watch her preen and 
watch her prance. 
My dears, lead her 
in this next dance. 
Her mind is far gone 
so she is your pawn 
to do with whatever you please. 

But inside, she roars 
And she fights and she pleads
For her mind to stop spinning 
so loud at the beginning 
And she tries too hard to fly
Away from this mess, 
away from distress. 
The funeral beds 
are laced with her dread
and she wonders just when 
she might die. 

So she creeps from the tent 
and she blinks in the sun.
And she sees people round her
preying off her for fun. 

But free, she can never be. 
For her mind is where 
she seems to be 
Till her very last dying breath.
Only she will be the master 
of her own death.

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