Twisted Carousel Poem by Elizabeth Walker

These pages are long, talks too dull.
People don't see me, they don't know.
The giggles the smiles the show of fun
All of it's only a way to run
Suffocating, drowning, the night comes fast back
She doesn't walk next to me, she's on a new track
Block it out every day, i wish i were free to run and play
i'm on a carousel that's lost all control
i sometimes wish for it to just take my soul
for the music to slow the lights to dim out
slow it all down so i don't have to shout
as i look at the horses their faces change
no longer slick and glossy but charred and black
they all turn towards me posing to attack
i see beyond the blur of fear
a queue of people await
the operator stops the ride the people now load
the ride starts back moving the menacing horses remain
threatning poses they only feign
a new threat arises only this one unseen
the sky over us darkens and starts to tint green
a bright flash of lightening streaks close by
the operator falls crumpling to the ground
the crowd rushes to me and erects a palisade
through now i am safe the music doesn't play
the fence stays around me as the carousel keeps turning
each day it brings to me a bit of new learning
the ride i am on is not free
but it's not money that you pay
to escape this adventure there is but one way.