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To Be A Clown
I do not smile,
I do not laugh,
My pain simmers beneath..
The colours are grey,
The smell is bland,
My pain simmers beneath..
The day is cloudy,
The birds do not sing,
My pain simmers beneath..
The night is cold,
The night is black,
My pain simmers beneath..
My waking thoughts,
My weary bones,
My pain simmers beneath..
I smile my fake smile,
I laugh my fake laugh,
My pain simmers beneath..
© Susan phiri
I do not laugh,
My pain simmers beneath..
The colours are grey,
The smell is bland,
My pain simmers beneath..
The day is cloudy,
The birds do not sing,
My pain simmers beneath..
The night is cold,
The night is black,
My pain simmers beneath..
My waking thoughts,
My weary bones,
My pain simmers beneath..
I smile my fake smile,
I laugh my fake laugh,
My pain simmers beneath..
© Susan phiri
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