Tears of a Clown
disguised tears of a clown
smile turned to wretched frown
behind makeup his eyes glazed over
at the sight of daisies and smell of clover
in summer fields he last saw his love
flew off to heaven she gentle dove
his heart in pieces shattered
remembering the only thing that mattered
now sunless days on automatic pilot
skies from greys to blues to violet
feigning composure while on edge
he dances nonchalantly on a ledge
concealed tears the people miss
a clown one step away from the abyss
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 25, 2020
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2020
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