FACES OF CLOWNS'
Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,
Hidden with colors' of false smiles or frozen frowns'.
We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts' and
Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks' and
We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire we dance,
Shot through a cannon to where we may land, life In
Faces of clowns', dressed In costumes, they seem secure,
Acts put on for children, are they not the young that
We dress In our own costumes, put on a face that we
Is what appears' real only a magicians' magic, a trick of
Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup we're
Faces of clowns', we all live with faces of clowns'.
In a sense, we all, mask our true selves up, to, protect ourselves from, being, hurt, and, after awhile, these masks, become, who we are, and, we can’t, take them off anymore.
Thanks for reading.
On Sat, Feb 19, 2022 at 10:27 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: