Tatters

I drew this sad pencil drawing when I was feeling down It's the way I picture myself, the vision of a gloomy clown Messy hair, bulbous nose, my mouth sketched in a frown My tears on the verge of spilling. In them I wish I'd drown Baggy suit, ruffled neck, a disguise I'll wear until it tatters She doesn't care about me. It's only her life that matters This costume hides my broken heart, in pieces it scatters but my eyes reveal the sorrow I feel as my hope shatters This is the dismal face of the man after words of rejection I've been fooling myself to think she felt ardent affection I'm lost and feeling all alone, without a sense of direction A wretched clown is what I see, mirrored in my reflection January 6, 2023 Tatters Poetry Contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose