a clown
i
do not
take my make-up off
before i go to bed
too taxing
i think
the tears
shall wash
it away
the silent sobbing
benefits of
crying myself
to sleep
besides
why be bothered
about this
glittery gloss
twice in a day
why take the trouble
to put out
this mask
which
with every dawn
comes
as a gift
forcing my
self coloured
gloomy frown
upside down
into a blood red
grin
stapled
on my face
through out
the day
as i wait
for the evening
to build up
into the night
so that i can
coil
on my mattress
remembering
gut wrenching
eternal facetious
innocent sin
my once
pride n joy
now a chagrin
waiting
for the moment
when these
sticky wet dry
tears
come
rolling
burn
through my
masque raid my skin
and not taunt
or laugh
or point fingers
just run down
my cheek
nicely tucked
under my chin
asking me
while putting me
to sleep
hey clown
apart
from your
make-up
and
comic antics
and
funny frowns
and forced grins
how have you been
how have you really been
