One can never judge a book by its cover…one can never know the reality of a person by just looking at his face…"the day the clown cried" is my way of expressing this fact.

Today is the day the clown cried

Standing on a cliff so high

The engulfing ocean below

In only a few moments death would become his ally 

The thought of taking his life on his mind 

One step closer to the end of his life 

Twenty three years of misery 

Finally about to end 

Couldn’t take it anymore 

Could no longer pretend 

He was a clown, a jester in the court of this world 

A ruthless and unforgiving place this world 

Throughout his life Laughter and insults at him were hurled 

As his closest friend, Loneliness unfurled 

No one to look up-to no one to care 

No one to talk to no one to share 

In this way he grew up as a child 

All feelings of love and emotion beguiled 

Glimpses flashed in front of his eyes

Like sparkles from fireflies

He remembered the days of those last few years 

Days of misery, deceit and lies 

For adults and children all alike

Houses, parties and on the roadside 

to make others laugh he had tried

using trumpets and balloons

cycles and horns….  jokes and jiggles

 juggling sharp knives 

even eating fire…like he had a fiery appetite

magical tricks and stunts with a yo-yo

Wherever he went he always put up a good show 

People loved him for what he was 

But no one knew who he really was

A smile on his face to cover his real self 

A mask behind which he hid himself

No matter what the situation 

The mood in his chamber was always grey

The celebrations outside kept at bay 

Outside, a symbol of happiness

Inside he was completely destroyed 

Deprived of the will to live 

A smile he was no longer able to give 

Only within darkness he had survived

Twenty three years of misery he survived

But no more he decided

Could he continue his life so gilded 

With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

He finally sought to end his life. 

Standing on a cliff so high 

The engulfing ocean below 

His mind now filled with only thoughts of suicide

He looked behind one last time and said “Goodbye” 

He took a step forward away from the cliff so high

guided by the air, he began to fly

his final performance coming to an end

it was time to put a stop, no longer the need to pretend

he closed his eyes and tears rolled out

ringing in his ears, the sound of the final applause

TODAY was the day……. the clown cried !!!!

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