Here we are at the nighmare parade
after hours you hear cries in the night
the shadows fall as you witness ghosts of the midway
living dolls steal your soul
you dare to ride the haunted carousel?
calliope plays mysteriously in the foreground
the circus freaks storm the theater of sorrow
the snake charmer hypnotizes you
spellbound, you await for Madame Endora to foresee your future
the proclamation looks good
you arrive safely at home and into your bed
the next time, your fortune may not be so lucky.
Rated for Teens(13+)
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PoetryLost souls rejoicing
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Damn, the last line is like a lid slamming down on a coffin after the rest of the poem. Actually a very valid reminder in this world
Thanks Willow. Appreciate the kind words.
Wow, this is a wild ride you have taken us on with your poem! Your socially critical observation of this world is brilliantly penned and enjoyable sarcastic!
Always sarcasm Sappho. Good to see you here.
Pure Insanity. Just as it should be. So happy to see you posting, Keith.
Thanks Adira. Great to hear from you.
Oof! What a haunting vision you’ve painted us with mere words, Vision.
I LOVE IT! xx
~P.G💋
Hello P.G Thanks for the kind words and feedback.
Always a pleasure dear. xx
Powerfully penned, Keith. This one has grit, great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciate the comments Damian. Thanks!!