My Poems!

Won't Punch Every Clown

I was staring out the window one fateful day

Minding my own business

When I saw a clown making his way

Over to knock on my window

I opened it to see what he needed

Or what he wanted to give me

"Come with me to a wondrous place with plenty of fun things!"

What could those things be?

Curiosity overtook my being

And soon I hopped out the window

In the van, down many streets, in a house

Taken down his basement way down low

I missed my mom

I missed my dad

I missed Tom

The clown wasn't a clown anymore

He was a gruff scary man

I wished I would've known he was that before

He forced me to do things for him

But I wasn't his slave

When he reprimand me severely

I learned to behave

I hadn't seen sun rays for days

I lost hope there was such thing as a sun

Did others come to this conclusion?

I couldn't be the only one

Years must have passed

Taller was I

My clothes ripped at my growth

I wasn't sure how I had last

This long

Buried soo far, yet soo close

To the real world where the normal people would look at me and think, "Gross."

My meals everyday were just rice

I tired of the neutral taste

But I could last eating it the rest of my life

If I were freed to not be this man's device

The final day came

He was tired of me

He was going to kill me and find someone new

I wondered if death was a gift or curse

and of who

was his next victim

But before I was stabbed and thrown away

The basement door was kicked down

And the FBI asked, "Are you okay?"

I was wrapped in a blanket

and carried out

Did my parents still love me after I left?

My heart was filled with doubt

Nice agents asked me to tell all

I knew they meant well, so I did

When I finally saw my parents

To my surprise they had missed their kid

Now I continue with life

But I have missed out on much

The demons and fears inside me have an endless strife

I have survived wearing the victim crown

And hopefully won't punch every person dressed as a clown