The Symbol of My Catharsis
Behind the face of the laughing clown
are all my deep emotions found.
He wears my feelings of comic shame,
a nameless face with no value to claim.
Oh, take this pain from inside of me
and make it a joke for all to see.
Pantomime it sadly so....but laugh
leaving their pathos to cover its path.
My life is on your stage of satire.
Mock the steps I quietly require
to cry away the loathsome fear
with gut feelings all clean and clear.
Now you must die my precious clown
die to the audiences’ roar and sound.
I’ve packed you tight with lies and sin
that you showed the world with a simple grin.
Goodbye to my psyche, goodbye to my guilt.
The clown reflected my soul to the hilt.
I’m empty inside for my tears have been shed
not for the clown but for me instead.
12/5/20
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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