Like a magician you perform, To your audience of one
Making people disappear, All in the name of fun
Acrid smoke and mirrors, Play a dangerous game
And for a clown as me, I live with only shame
Dimming of the lights, Curtains slowly spread
Is this all the final act? Will I soon by dead?
The music starts its tempo, Softly calls to me
“Come now lonely child, I can make you free.”
“There are no expectations, Nothing you need fret.”
But I see through his charade, It leaves me with regret
At last this great performer, Reveals himself you see
Life is but a vapor and behind this mask was only me
©Up In Smoke by SBDMB (MM)
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Nice post
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Ohh don’t mention it my dear
You’re so welcome
Lovely.
Thank you so much 🙂
Nice ! 🙂
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You’re welcome.Always 🙂
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
Great poem, love the darkness, love clowns 🙂
Thank you! I thought you might 😉
It speaks to my depression. And I actually hate clowns, so making myself a clown kind of speaks to my hate of self when in the throws of darkness.
Oh ok, well that’s an interesting way to do things. I like it 🙂
It made more sense in my head- in any case. I’m glad it turned out.
At the end of the day it doesn’t matter who else likes it as long as you do!
I know…but thanks for reminding me 😉 And there are some that do matter- or least whom I enjoy input from
I think we all need reminding occasionally, we all like to be liked but they way I see it is that if you’re not writing for yourself first you’re not writing for the right audience.
To write the way I do I HAVE to pull from within and emotions. When I can’t write that’s when I know I’m not in the right mind set. So, I 100% agree. But, if said person is effecting my emotions, well that I just can’t help.
We all drag ideas from somewhere, even those who claim they don’t write about personal aspects have parts of their personal life bleed into stories. There is nothing wrong with that, only something wrong with denying it to oneself.
Well, personal experiences make us who we are. 🙂 And, I’m okay with who I am…now.
Exactly, we all need to be that way, it’s difficult but it can be done.
🙂