The Silent Clown

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Photo by Louise Patterton on Unsplash

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.

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Wallis May Streete
Wallis May Streete

Written by Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are all a little bit lost, a little bit broken. Travelling through this journey called life".

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