Tears Of A Clown

I sit here and watch you weep day after day.
I see the makeup stained upon your face.
Why do you weep each day?
Do you weep for your love?
Do you weep for yourself?

I saw yesterday a bullrider was killed when
he rode the wild bull.
Do you weep for him each day?
I saw today you wasn't yourself when
the bull took you out.

I saw your chest rise then fall.
I saw your breathing become shallow.
You laid upon the ground without
movement.
They announced that you may not make it
alive.

Tears came to the stands that stood watching.
Then it become screams, for they fear you may
die a slow painful death.
The bull that took you out stood standing tall and
feared no one.

We all pray for your return.
With a sigh tears fall to the ground where he laid
upon this blood stained ground.
The rides was done and we all went home without
knowing if he was alive or dead.




Poetry by wbluerose02
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Written on 2005-11-19 at 00:22

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penfold18
I like this as it messes with the emotions Feel sorry for the clown or happy that the bull won for a change well done :-)
2005-11-19


cory Crook
this is a great peom i love it. i can understand the tear form a clown. this poem gave me a shock through my body when i read it. sarrow in the passion and love from a cowboy and his sport or his bull. A game of truimph bewteen man and animal can be sad. the happy clown that watch's is reversed in emotion becuase the animal truimphed. Bull riding a spectacular sport of a kind.
2005-11-19