The Weary Clown

The show has come to a close
Thanks for your presence and applause.

This clown has washed off his face in relief,
For he no longer needs to uphold that happy belief.

Noises that seemed like a joyous celebration,
Now replaced by silence and dejection.

As the lights went out and everyone tucked in tight,
The sigh begins, "How will I pretend all over again tomorrow night"

Lazarus

They say you rose again,
Rejoice and awe filled their hearts
As you have overcome the rumored impossible

Gathered so quickly they did
Anticipating your auspicious tale
I stayed afar wondering
If the life unknown also brought back
The promises you once told

The scented cloths remained intact
However hurriedly, they helped you tear it away
For who needs them now that you've risen
But it was a reminder of the sleepless nights
before this cloth became special

Shattered before my eyes I drew closer
To see... to feel... if you were real
As I grasp every piece of the cloth left
To remind you of your promise

Alas, to my greatest despair,
A newborn soul took your place
Bearing your name and flesh
Yet no remnants of your fond and familiar soul

I walk away
The remaining cloth clutched in my hands
Forgetting this one grand lie
For in my heart, you already died

Shadow

So once familiar, You faded
Did you get lost? Or did I travel too far
I thought you were there all the time
But today daylight showed me otherwise

Now realizing the change,
I walk back to this dark cave
Amusing myself with a small wick of candlelight
as I try to reshape the shadow I was once fond
til the Candle melts