The Carousel
The Carousel
As I watch my carousel standing still my only dwell
In the vortex of its spell convoluted in my only yell
My mind falls in its wake cadent circles that forsake
I sliver with the snake leaving ruins with heartache
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My eyes shut to the I, spinning thoughts will awry
Languishing lips calcify upon lost imagery to crucify
Round & round they go dissolving dreams I borrow
Happiness says hell-lo as it leaves me in its shadow
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Hurricane of my abyss telling secrets that I shall miss
In their blasphemous bliss, morbid storms reminisce
Reaching terminal velocity amidst its ill monstrosity
Carousel of curiosity drowning in dynamic viscosity
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An elliptical awareness melds allusions of unfairness
Within a secluded rareness posturing, you defenseless
A salivating swell with sorrows that comply & compel
For my none-stop Carousel the merry-go-round of hell.
Nov.23.2018
The I Of The Storm
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Placed 4'th...thank you
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2018
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