| My Green Carousel |
I ride in the middle of this unfamiliar green carousel watching the trees suffocate me their faces in anguish from the sharp stabs of a pocketknife used to carve initials of lovers only days ago I peer into the bushes watching a single white rose it's pureness outdone by the pointy thorns piercing the delicate blossom they try to hide a shadow of a beast with a familiar face who is waiting for the perfect time to destroy the heart carved by lovers long ago spasms of panic consume my body adrenaline kicks in, forcing me to run in circles in the middle of my green carousel a branch reaches out with skeleton claws causing me to fall into a hellish dream as a spell of dizziness hits black bowling balls dancing before my eyes they grow faces - an audience at Count Claudio and Hero's wedding they grow hands - fingers pointing at the shame bittersweet tears mixed with sweat choking me, leaving me gasping tsk, tsk - they move on the beast has caught up I turn to see the face of a killer The once tender lips ridiculing me deceit clearly written on his face the hands that used to warm me now clenched into fists reach to help me up but only turn my blood into ice no mercy, no love, just lust, and hate I scream silently and continue riding on my green carousel
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Poetry |
Classic Collection |