The Foolish Clown

Sadness,

There is only sadness.

There was no love; there was no time.

No timetable; no circadian rhythm that could ever bring back

Happiness; trust;

And a feeling of youth.

There is

Nothing.

My mother never taught me love.

And to be loved; well….

Love is a four lettered myth.

I was young.

I wasn’t beautiful and I couldn’t be more….

I was just a person in a small room of my own; my own apartment

Writing words that did not matter.

Writing poetry

I was a foolish girl who had dreams of a coffee colored man who could never really love me.

I was a fool!

So I took my sadness around my apartment space and then outside the building thinking of castles in the clouds and paper dreams in the air.

No matter,

I can’t love.

I can’t love any longer what I cannot.

I can’t love what could not love me.

I was a foolish girl thinking I could ever be happy with just a smile on my face.

Nonetheless! Fake happiness.

Thank you.

For letting me feel liberated and free for such a short time.

I was a foolish girl who had dreams of a coffee colored man who could never really love me.

I was a fool!

The foolish clown!