The Silent Clown
The chuckle and giggle,
The wonderous laughter,
Falls into aching silence,
Like a wretched night,
Slowly weeping,
Fragile and timid,
Inside the senile mind.
The clown has lost his crown,
It is so sad,
How trouble speaks,
Mourning in disbelief,
The smiles are frozen,
Time is an empty shell,
As confusion lurks,
The mind forgets,
It cries in the deep,
Where darkness flows,
And fear is nested inside our bones.
Drowning all intellect,
Forgetting, digressing,
The disease of memory,
Extinguishes the light,
And rules his world,
Devastating the life,
He once knew well.