Tears of a Clown

Questions with no answers forgotten
Problems unresolved left alone
Fresh things gone rotten.
 Unwritten lines replaced with time
Memories of color 
Turning to black and white.
Oblivious care,
 There's nothing there,
Departed to somewhere
Grey shaded mare
The absurd of unsaid words
More silver than gold
Hidden secrets,
A confession untold.
Grip of steel, lifesaving tip
 Achilles' heel, a lost trip 
Faith gone to Hades.
Smudged wedding gown,
Another back and forth,
 From north back down
Turned around
And met the tears of a clown.

© Colleen Yorke. All right reserved. 



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