A certain noise, a vain of laughter - comes <br />The folly of my wisdom hears their applause <br />Clapping, clapping - the thunder of a mischievous one <br />Spiteful people gain your attention through fear, not through love; <br />Their applause rides unbridled gathering up the storm <br />Unleashed, gently with twisted wedding band - mindless the while <br />Hauntingly, the line of un-silvered clouds bring up the rear <br />And with sullen looks – ghosts of tattered memories appear; <br />The part of me left in them – now convulsing as undignified waste <br />Waste, painted as quick-slivered art on heaven’s breast <br />Painstakingly dissipated by their, “to human is to air” <br />Remnants scatter, head-stoned, disfigured, no longer in pain; <br />Mourning shadows, un-imaginary lines – my new dawn scurrying <br />Scurrying from a decayed relationship - took years of planning <br />Nightmare – will forever be in desolate pursuit <br />Applause, applause – triumphed with unspoken phrases; <br />Now vanquished, wisdom is my peril <br />My agony, my cries fall on forbidden ears <br />Their un-thoughtfulness proceeds in a creeping motion <br />Clapping, clapping... <br /> <br />'2007'<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/applause-4/
