Tears of a clown

by Darren   Jun 6, 2017


Temptation stirs locked away doubt
Eruptions then tempt my resting glare
Always you ask if I believe in karma
Roars from scores of psychotic laughter
Silences my very messy dreams

Only my inner attempts with placebo
Flies crawling and dissecting my belief

Again I contemplate my previous aura

Chains clanking so loud, my vision my critic
Losing a battle of wills against you all
Ordinary people scurry,forever to and fro
Waiting for nobody, sharing with so few
Never seeing my tears or hearing the din.

**edited from the 70's contest to squeeze the acrostic at the end as well.

Makes no sense, but its a foot on the ladder again.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Darren, awesome to see you writing. I liked this a lot. Outstanding visuals.

    • 7 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks Brenda, I appreciate you reading.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Great to see you writing Darren

    • 7 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks Em. At least an attempt at writing....

  • 7 years ago

    by Jamie

    Hi Darren, its been way too long ^^ but do i love this so.

    This is actually extremely difficult to pinpoint the exact meaning to lol. Even for me. But I'll try. First of all i must say i do love the wording you used within this piece very much. Because none seem out of place at least to me. And they all add to the piece in fact. Also writing an acrostic can be more difficult to do well than what people think. But this one is alright, no great, but good.

    My first thought was to say this could be through your eyes (the writer) and the pain you have inside, your mind and soul, and you want people to see how you are feeling. It seems to me that there is so much noise going on inside of uour head, and you want to somehow silence that noise. The noise seems to be about your past creeping up again. And in that you are slipping into insanity.

    It seems like it could be a me vs the world thing. Or you vs yourself. Like you are your own worst critic type of thing. Or maybe both really. You want people to see life through your own eyes, but in your own eyes you hate what you see, and you want acceptance from others? So you fake being happy instead of showing others how you really feel. I love this poem because it truly makes me think, and you always do that well in your poems. You leave the reader with so many possibilities. Great work!

    • 7 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks James
      I enjoy reading your interpretations. I think you know more than I do about this poem.

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