It (Pennywise the Clown)
Pennywise the clown just won't die
It is evil enough to make me sigh
It says It wants to make me float
Just like Georgie's paper boat
"I don't want to float! " says I
You won't take me under like that guy
I won't be fooled by your invisible blood,
That only I can see; it must be a dud
I shoot It with my father's gun
BANG. Not dead. Run!
I just barely made it of the sea
But It is still running after me
It grimaces at me in a horrific manner
It looks as though everything is banner
I watch It shape-shift into my nightmares
I let out a panicked scream as I get quite a scare
As It's teeth grow long and sharp
I couldn't stop my wailing carp
His hands turn into fire; his torso into rock
He is wearing a clown's outfit; as if to mock
The fear I feel is getting buried in the sensation of being insulted
How dared It make my perception of reality altered? !
It can't be real; I refuse to believe I sighted it
No. This is a hallucination and I'll fight it.
I stop dead in the middle of Derry's deserted street
I wait in an unbearable silence for us to finally meet
It comes up to me and takes my hand
This is it: the time to make my final stand
I close my eyes and will It to turn back into an ordinary clown
When I open them again my fear and insult have gone down
For It is now an ordinary clown; I am having a hallucination after all
The only thing I fear is my sanity, so I gladly stand proud and tall
I walk with It to the drainage
I am fearless and full of sage
I follow It to the underground
Into the darkness I blithely go down
When I first got inside the tunnels I had to rub my eyes
Surely they deceive me with pretty lies
Because in the underground was a circus
I found it was real and my smile became rictus
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poem by Lenore Lee
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