THE CIRCUS

The paint
would not stay,
sliding from the face
unlike the others,

a smile like a frown,
a horn and balloons
and still it seemed
their's were much brighter,

no matter the act,
no matter the passion
invested, the spotlight
did not shine equally
upon the show,

the curtain would rise
and laughter
permeated backstage,
where a lonely clown
still searched for a way.