Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2020
I seen a clown looking sad and teardrop falling down his face.
I seen a clown looking low and it hurt me so.

And in his eyes, you can see so much hurt inside.
And as time went by it because clear to me.
Just who that clown was?
Yes, who it must be?

Yes, it came very clear to me that behind that makeup that clown(sad clown) was me.

Sad, sad clown.
Sad, sad clown.
With a hurt frown was me.

Yes, sad, sad frown upon a sad clown
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
530
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems