Death of a clown

After my death
bury me somewhere shrouded in dark,
where no wandering soul may find me
deep beneath a tree with an ancient bark.
Lay my coffin six feet deep
where tiny creatures silently creep,
bring no flowers to adorn my grave
simply name it “The Clown's Grave.”
Bring no wine, no final toast
just let me rest in my silent ghost.

I always strove to make them laugh
forever smiling, though it split my soul in half.
Loved my friends with all I had
recite my poetries, whenever they are sad.
Tell them the jokes I used to share,
remind them, this clown is no longer there.

After I’m gone,
bury me deep within the woods,
the darkest place no footsteps could invade,
where none would come, nor ever should.
Let the rain weep softly upon my grave,
let the worms arrive to claim what’s left to save.
For there I’ll find my final peace,
you may scream and cry if that brings you release,
until your heart finally finds its ease.