Mayday;
trauma's parading through my head
and it managed to feel good
I haven't turned my eyes up yet
I know I probably should.
Please stay?
I'm lost with all these friendless ghosts
with the thought to not slow down;
and it's funny in a painful way:
The image of a crying clown.
Do my antics entertain you?
Everywhere I go I'm someone new.
What's this lost boy to do?
Dancing on a string.
Oh well.
I've hurt myself so many times,
at least I know I'm real;
sometimes I feel like a broken man
but it's comforting to feel.
About the Creator
alan pierce
Recently I published my first novel, The Burning Ones, a sword-and-sorcery-and-cyborg adventure balancing the youthful angst of a coming-of-age story with the realities of a world plagued by war.
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