I am Pagliaccio
The drums...
The cheering...
The singing...
The dancing...
I tire of it all.
I may be Pagliaccio,
But without the paint and powder...
I am a man.
I am not even Canio...
That name is lost to me now.
Canio loved his wife, Nedda.
The clown you see knows no grief.
The poison in his heart diluted in his blood.
Surviving through the song that anchors me with purpose.
Driven by hatred, greed and bitterness, I sing...
(He wipes his tears)
Ah.....
(His eyes light up, he opens his mouth and smiles. A new song fills his his twisted heart, and he is struck with joy)
hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Laugh, Pagliaccio!!
At the joke that is love...!!!!
Laugh at the clown who loved his Arlequin!
Laugh at the love that has poisoned his heart!
Copyright © Ramael Ashta | Year Posted 2024
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