My Dear Clown ~by Atom

My mind shouts and suffers every time

I fall to the ground; I feel all alone.

My organs bleed as I load the life

of vices to save worthless memories,

at times of prone.

I shut my ever-wandering eyes

and their voices inside my head

got louder and louder,

screaming for a phone.

I crawl inside the earth to hide from these colourful hideous monsters who try to trap me for my jawbone.

They cut open my chest to watch my beating heart

and they find it is missing.

I am sorry to disappoint you, clown.

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Featured image credits to Mohamed_hassan on Pixabay

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