NO AUDIENCE; NO LAUGHTER
HE FALLS FASTER AND FASTER
THE CLOWNS FALL FROM GRACE
EVIDENT BY THE BLACK TEARS
ROLLING DOWN HIS FACE
HE KNOWS NOT WHEN THE
LAUGHTER STOPPED BUT,
NOW IT’S GONE LIKE A
BALLOON THAT POPPED
BLACK TEARS, AS BLACK AS THE
DEEPEST ABYSIS
HIS SOUL DIES FOR IT’S THE JOY OF
LAUGHTER HE’LL MISS
UNCOVERING ALL OF HIS CHILD
LIKE FEARS
ROLLING DOWN HIS FACE ARE
BLACK TEARS
THE BRIGHT AND VIBRANT COLORS WHICH
HELD HIM TOGETHER
ARE NOW SCRAPED AWAY BY
BLACK TEARS FOREVER
THE CLOWNS MAKE-UP RUNS DOWN
NOTHING LEFT-ONLY A FROWN
WITHOUT HIS MAKE-UP NO
LONGER A CLOWN BUT, …A FOOL
-R.SERRANO
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Now I ask myself, "How did I ever miss this
Gen of a poetic piece you posted back in June", shame on me
This is a Well Penned offering......
Keep posting here at the Den
Peace Cus My regards to the Family
Cus JUNE
Mary