poetry

The Clown



The Clown


Everybody’s happy.
Everyone is cheering.
Magicians, jugglers.
Animals, acrobats.
Tight rope walkers.
The pauses are for me.
It’s when I show everyone
just how stupid I can be.

Deep into the night.
There are no more crowds.
There’s one crying clown.
His sun is heading down.
Before the start.
The beat of his heart.
A single stone.
At home alone.

His mind cries for time.
His eyes saw that she was mine.
At the end of his rope.
It’s too much to cope.
A happy stuttering man.
A joker and a fool.
Tired of the strife.
He ended his own life.

Some say she knew him well.
All the stories she could tell.
But she knew nothing of his war.
His secret wish: to be a star.

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Vincent van Zandvoort
Vincent van Zandvoort

Vincent van Zandvoort is a writer of Poetry, Inspirational Words, Prose & Short Fiction. Science Fiction - Fantasy - Supernatural - Thriller


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