It was the sadness of a clown
Eyes wide shut
Black memories
Watering weeds
In my garden of emotional disruption

White faced
Red cheeked
Stained tragedy
On an upside down smile

And then the tent went void
People departed
Yet I stood
Alone with my emotions

Blackness staring into blackness
Empty thoughts
Doomed realities

How did it happen that way
Was it the cockiness of an anti doom
That closed my act
Or the trapeze artists
That would not catch my fall

The clowns of deception
They would be
I should have known

But their friendship was my fertilizer
An essence of life
That brought
Wisdom to reality
And comfort to confusion

The people paid to watch the show
The music roared
The clowns smiled
The people laughed

Under the tent was eternal happiness

And then it happened
The make-up of change
Tore my mask of reality

The joke was on me