Turbidity…..

Apocalyptic prophesies abound everywhere.
No hope, no love….Misery is all we share.
Send in the clowns

Isn’t it ironic….A clown shedding a tear?
Would some chronic assuage his fear?
Is he apprehensive about performing here?

Sardonically twisted….Not particularly
gifted he plays out his role to perfection.
No missed step or upset to derail him.

Alone in his room all around him is gloom
He wishes he was deceased in the womb.
In his matriarchal cocoon.

He would never have known the pain of
the outside world….Society’s rejection.
Suicidal….Upon reflection.

Swimming in an ocean of disillusion.
No solution imminent
He relies on a bottle for resolution.

Drowning his fears with a deluge of
alcohol imbued tears.
He is convinced….Nobody cares.

He has been to the stratosphere only
to have his wings burnt like Ikarus.
Did you hear the thud when he fell?

Copyright Charles Matheson aka Eqlektik