The saddest clown

I am the saddest clown.
I'm drowning in my angry frown.
Your looking up, your looking down.
I'm everywhere and all around.

I'll cry some love for you to kill.
I'll climb to find your steepest hill.
I'll let my tears become undone.
I'll treat you like a stillborn son.

My face is sad but honest true.
The games we played, the peek-a-boo.
I will forget the words you said.
I'll drown them in my blood-shed red.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-10-29 at 00:03

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John Ashleigh
All the lines are set at a very accute beat, except:

'I'll let my tears come undone' -- I think you should make the word 'come' into 'become'.

A good poem, no doubt.
2005-10-29