CLOWNS IN THE DARK  

They were always supposed to be funny, at the circus doing tricks,

Making children laugh, adults who were once 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.

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 reason why.

                  Keith Garrett