The Clown
A little poem in the spirit of Halloween.
The clowns face
was blue and white
red and green
and awfully bright.
Behind his mask
he wore a smile
cracked and frayed
it stayed awhile.
He followed me
both day and night
his hold on me
I could not fight.
And where I am
so he is too
and watching me
as I watch you.
And there I stand
beside the bed
I see him there
with hands stained red.
He leaned in close
as if to whisper
to tell me something
so I’d remember.
The clown I saw there
in the mirror
it’s me that looked back
filled with terror.
About the Creator
Jeremy L. Hamilton
Aspiring Writer, Photographer, and Artist.
When I was little I wanted to be a Writer.
Now I’m big so I’ll give it a solid effort.
Thanks Vocal+ for providing
a Wonderful platform to make it a Reality.
Let’s Write!
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