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.
Copyright © Sylvia Lupien | Year Posted 2024
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