As the Soul Cries

Tears spilt over and flowed

down his tired and wrinkled face,

like the river of discomfort, 

experiencing a steep descent. 

He wiped away the droplets of salt,

as the middle-aged man realized 

that it was the show's time.

Fitted his body into the illusion 

Of the gaudy and colorful gown.

He wore his hob-nailed boots,

painted his skin as chalk white.

With lips as bright and reddish as ruby,

wore a orange haired wig,

and a little red ball on his long nose.

In the darkness on the stage,the tall man stood

The lights moved here and there, 

before it conflated and fell on him.

Performing tricks full of wonder,

he spread a blanket of ecstasy all over.

The smiles on the faces of his spectators

Gulped easily a big morsel of their tensions.

As the show ended, he washed his face

While it began to rain again, 

both inside and outside the changing room.

The oblivescence of worries lasted too short

before the cosmopolis of thoughts interrupted

that pinched his powerless mind.

The man couldn't hold his tangled mind.

The clown fell on the floor

With knees bent in a disheveled heap.