Clown At the Abyss
The life of the party- they say,
so quick to join in every plan,
with bright eyes that light up his face-
a smile that will soon draw you in.
There always, to help as a friend-
quick giving up time to appease;
and wearing that big smile that says
I'm happy- on top of the world.
But then, in the darkness of night-
when no one's around to perceive,
the loneliness that fills his heart-
rolls down from his eyes as sad tears.
The face of a clown shows outside
with bright eyes that light up his face;
a smile that will soon draw you in-
the life of the party- they say.
But really, a clown lives within;
he stands by the shore of the lake-
fake happiness wearing him out-
too hard to go on with the show.
The clown at the abyss now stares-
eyes dull- and no smile on his face;
calm water glows bright neath the moon-
and into death's peace- he is drawn.
His cell phone now rings- he responds;
the words that he hears give him pause.
"Hey, Buddy, where are you tonight?
This party's so dead without you!"
March 5, 2020
Premiere Contest, Clown At The Abyss
Sponsored by, Kai Michael Neumann
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