CarouselA Poem by Spencer Barker
On and on, the carousel rides.
Flickering from the many houses, the many faces of light. Laughter, fun, joy, and none, the carousel rides weighing your memories ton. Holding on tight, holding on dear, it is to hold onto your life. No matter the scare, no matter the fright, believe me, it is worth the fight. The carousel quickens, your fears increase, but trust me, it is worth the fight. Brightest of life, darkest of life flicker by in the reins of the carousel horses, but somehow the fear worsens. But trust me, it is worth the fight. Dear Sir, you may have a fright, but I assure you, it will only last only for a sight. Fists clenched, eyes shut, and brow wicked with sweat, you ride on. Thoughts race as you come to embrace. The weight of the world on your shoulders and then... the carousel slows. The horses lessen their grips, the reins loose, you feel as though you were a caboose. Memories of loved ones swim into view as a boat in the sea, and you know it was worth the fight to get to them. Stepping off the carousel, and dizziness, oh, dizziness. But trust me, it is worth the fight. "I am glad I ride"
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