A GHOST AND A CLOWN

Poem

I am a man with many faces,

Same body, different phases

Passing time, and shuffling places.

Drowning, but solving cases

Still shattered like broken vases.

Lost like a word in phrases,

Striving to leave the bases

But stuck in between graces

Still, shining with bruises

And my soul, ever blazes

Surrounded by controversies,

Called weird and crazy,

Yet, gravy.

Misunderstood daily,

Still, unconcerned about the made-up stories.

BobMayor