The Clown

“Despair is the constant companion of the clown.”
― Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus


As he entered the canopy
filled with laughter
and giggles
eyes filled with amaze

He jumped and stumbled
twisted and
turned his body
to see that
grin on your face

Wiped and hid his tears
in the colorful robe
hid the scars and
the screeching pain

He did all the tricks
which kept you guessing
losing the simple
games of his own life
that  people play

He painted his face
with hues of
red blue and black
hid his sorrow
behind all your backs

Churning his soul
inside out
the strikes of the brush
concealed all which
he tries to live without

With all the angst he
still manages
to keep all the balls
in the air
like it
all was a big game

Like a tainted
colored soul
you walked out
that canopy,
a living quagmire
of dust and pain

It took only a single day for you to
erase from your hearts
which took a lifetime
for him to endure that pain.

Yes, you were right in saying.
he was a mere Clown
his job was there
just to entertain.

This post is in response to the daily prompt Entertain

Photo by Robert Zunikoff on Unsplash


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