I
sit alone
In
a room filled with people
I
cry alone
Amongst
the hubbub and bustle
The
Clown wipes a painted tear
From
his eye
The
clown lives solely to entertain
Watch
him die
Death
mocks him with his fixed smile
A
crocodile grin
Death
challenges the Clown to cards
Knowing
he’ll win
The
pale mask slips from his face
It
reveals Truth
A
child questions it all
Slay
the youth
But
I do not dare to do so
Nor
does the Clown care to do so
One
by one, they all file out
From
the room, they all file out
Leaving
me to sit alone
Leaving
me to cry alone
A
witness to something more than myself
Too
preoccupied to see beyond myself
I
sit alone
In
a cold and empty room
I
cry alone
Sitting,
waiting for my final doom.
