Lead Me, Oh Ringleader

March 28, 2012
By Neonlimabean GOLD, Wyoming, Michigan
Neonlimabean GOLD, Wyoming, Michigan
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He stands
proud and tall
in the center
of the action.
a conductor,
a composer,
the Ringleader.

His movements
they are magical
musical
a true masterpiece
smooth and steady
beautiful in the
eyes of the
blind

But what
is unseen
The jerky
motions
signalling
an attack

the Ringleader
He knows
what He is
doing
He stands tall
where He is

colors collide and
the Ringleader,
He smiles
that vicious smile
only He creates
He knows
what He is
doing and it
goes unseen

the sweeping
arms, outstretched
with jagged
nails ready
to puncture
to harm
to kill

His venom
however, does
not kill.
it only tortures
torments
empties you
out from the
inside

and His actions
are overlooked
He gets away
unscathed
unharmed
unlike those
left in His path
He stands
proud in the
center, smirking

and He continues
on to the next
circus, the next
act, the next
disaster waiting
to happen.
He is
unstoppable.


The author's comments:
This poem is about divorce and my experience with divorce.

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on Jul. 24 2012 at 5:05 pm
thetruthawaits94 SILVER, Duncan, Oklahoma
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Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

Wow! Another wonderful job! I like this one better than the last one that i read! So the ringleader is actually divorce itself? Great metaphor all throughout. I feel you all the way through it. i really like how you break up your stanzas in your poems. It makes reading really easy. I can learn from you! :) This is great, awesome, five stars!


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