Was talking to a friend and we talked about circuses and clowns. Led to the revival of a poem I wrote a while back. Hope u guys like it =)


The Performer

He wore a smile on his painted face,
and tossed flaming falchions without fear.
Rain-like applauses filled the place,
along with thunderous torrents of cheer.

When he caught the last blade he threw,
he thanked the crowd and made his way.
For the juggler had finished what he had to do,
and would be paid for his performance today.

In his dress-room he sat on his chair
and gazed into a mirror's face.
In it looked back his face of despair;
one which was trapped in an empty, cold place.

Again tomorrow audiences will cheer,
People will clap and encores will call.
But they would never know that this performer here,
weeps in silence behind it all.