THE CARNIVAL

THE CARNIVAL 

I open my eyes 

and to my surprise,

I’m at a carnival.

I’m chased into a tent.

My reflections surround me

on all sides.
I touch a mirror.

My hand flows through,

my body soon follows.

I’m in a dark basement.

The floor begins to turn. 

I hear laughter, 

“I’m back.”


THE DEAD GAME
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ROUND AND ROUND WE GO

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ROUND AND ROUND WE GO

The day began bright and sunny.
The merry-go-round turned round and round.
Children’s laughter filled the air.
Followed by shouts of joy.
The smell of popcorn wafted by.
Followed by the sweet smell
of cotton candy.
Round and round went the horses.
Followed by the mothers’ eyes.
Round and round we go.
Followed by the rays of sunlight.

Until the sky turned dark.
Heavy with clouds.
Followed by shrieks of thunder.
The sky lit up with lightning.
The merry-go-round was pelted by rain drops.
Followed by a heavy downpour.
The horses circled faster and faster.
The mothers followed.

Until all was gone.
All that was left was mud.
No merry-go-round.
No children.
No mothers.
No shouts of laughter.
Only wet grass.
Where did they disappear to?
To a better place?
To a place without thunder and lightning?
Your guess is as good as mine.

MERRY-GO-ROUND

Who doesn’t like a ride?
A fast ride.
A ride that never stops.
Round and round we go.
On and on.
Day in and day out.
Each day is a miracle.
A new day to ride the merry-go-round.
Each day is a surprise.
Will the ride go on today,
or will it stop?
Stop for new riders,
or stop forever?
Each day is a new surprise.