By James D. Casey IV

Side show freak
A black clown car
Packed with darkness
The sadness
Behind the circus
Laugh clown
A hidden world
A mad world
They come and go
Heavy breath
Take it in
Somewhere in time
A rainbow
Burned upon the mind
It takes the spirit back
Back to a good place
Thoughts are things
They come to life
If only for some
The rest are left behind
A haze
Foggy memories
I think I do
Sounds cloud the mind
Only a memory 
Upon the breeze
Here once
Now gone
Smoky and fragile
Look to the past
Only to realize
The past 
Is one of the gone
Thinking of better days
Not so dark
Now the days seem like night
Shrouded in black
Whatever happened 
To the happiness
James D. Casey IV is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana & Mississippi that  currently resides in Illinois with his Muse, their goofy dog, and two black cats. He has authored three books of poetry: Metaphorically Esoteric, Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine, and Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins. His work has also been published in print and online by several lit mags and small press venues including Triadæ Magazine, Pink Litter, In Between Hangovers, Indiana Voice Journal, Beatnik Cowboy, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Leaf Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, Zombie Logic Review, Tuck Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, and many others. Mr. Casey’s books and other projects can be found on his WordPress site: 

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