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Click hereFriends had front row seats the day the circus came to town
They sat through each performance and never made a sound
They wandered off at intervals for popcorn and a toke
They never listened to the words behind the mirrors and the smoke
Friends had front row seats the day the circus came to town
Yet missed the grand event, the silent suicide of a clown
it seems as though it's begging for a form. However, the poem is good and the end was a shocker. I love poetry that grabs me at the end and leave me to wonder, "why"?
keep posting!
~NJ
You know what would you could try with this poem? A villanelle. I like what you have going on here but I think it's screaming for a form, like the villanelle or terzanelle.