an empty vessel
void, echoless.
i lost my clown makeup
the circus has left town
taking with it everything shiny
bright and new
dressing me in colors of the same hue of blue
i can fake it no more
acceptance has run out the door
so tired and strained
drained and pained
i seemed to have fallen and cant get up
at least i used to try
now i dont have the will to even fly
i wont run
i wont play
i wont stay
i cant smile
i cant try
the circus has left town
i am forsaken.