CLOWNS IN THE DARK

They were always supposed to be funny, at the circus

Doing tricks,

Making children laugh, adults who were so young, believing.

They wear many different expressions to hide what’s really

Inside,

Appear do they friendly in the daylight but in the coming days

Of October, faces of clowns in the dark only faces in the night.

On a cool, crisp, October, days before Halloween, I went walking,

A breeze in the air as it is now Fall and the days are much shorter.

Passing by the park as I heard a scream from somewhere I could

Not see,

Laughter echoed through the swaying trees, from a distance

A face known to me.

Not like before as a child sees a clown, a quick, evil stare

As he ran away,

Left behind was something that can’t be erased from my mind.

Night after night they became more and more, just one face

the same,

Clowns in the dark who wear not the faces of fun but of 

Their pain,

Revenge, clowns from all time, wreak havoc in the night,

No reasons why.

Keith Garrett