The Weeping Harlequin

by Carly   Mar 10, 2009


Taught to smile when the world would cry
Confused by the moisture that fills her eyes
It falls like rain and smears her smile
On her painted face once so beguiled

Her makeup washed up over the street
And the harlequin holds her head in defeat
Without her mask she feels exposed
And these tiny tears make the anxiety grow

She shuts her eyes to make them stop
But they pour even harder with every drop
She cries for help in fear she’ll drown
But no one takes interest in a sobbing clown

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  • 15 years ago

    by Armada the Gestalt

    Hmm, very interesting. Like your concept, and the rythm flows neatly; the single exception is the ending line. Perhaps replace 'take interest' with 'nobody cares for'? It'd just flow better, no need to heed me.

    But yes, very fluid. The first verse is the best, definitely, but the whole thing's pleasant, theme, execution, etc.

    Keep goin' - Schem.

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