Clown At the Abyss
It was so dark for the clown at the abyss,
Searching his soul for remnant of bliss,
Deeply wounded though carried out lies.
Then came those longing looks in his eyes,
Which vapoured right where he cried.
Covering his naughty facade with pride,
In the aftermath of all that was to flourish;
Knowing crimes of those that were boorish.
What seemed comic became a tale of gory,
In the hours of void infinite mass of glory;
Enveloped in eternal flames of solitude,
Saddened by a dash of hopeless attitude.
Wandering in a flurry dose of full relief,
Failing to succumb to losing his belief.
March 7, 2020
Themed contest: 'Clown at the Abyss'
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Faith Idomeh | Year Posted 2020
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