He hides behind the perfect guise,
obscures the truth with well-masked lies
so audience will never know
assume its all part of the show.
Immersed in jagged compromise,
he hides behind the perfect guise,
and wields his pride like two-edged blade
while sinking deeper in charade.
Sequestered in this circus tent
and contemplating life misspent,
he hides behind the perfect guise --
within some rings there is no prize.
Well-camoflauged by painted smile,
he swallows back the bitter bile;
and even friends don’t realize ...
he hides behind the perfect guise.
© Ginny Brannan May 2012
|Image: The Circus with the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall|
Written for The Mag #118 (Magpie Tales), image provided by Tess Kincaid. She provides the image, we provide the story!