I sit on this merry go-round,
Still awaiting my stop.
I stare up past the clouds into infinite space,
My eyes begin to sting.
Catching no rays, only grey.
I feel I am alone here.
The faceless souls are not familiar,
The laughing is more like screams.
My eyes involuntarily drift back,
My head begins to roll.
Unable to support itself against the swirl.
Round and around...and around.
I try to whisper, tell them to stop.
Only a silent breath escapes.
Losing my grip as it circles again,
My body starts to melt.
And even though I fall,
Holding my gaze with daytime stars,
-We do another round
round
round.
It's almost upbeat at first, then horror slips in... The unsettling mood intensifies and leaves me haunted. This is almost reminiscent of Poe, to me. (He is one of my favorites)
I loved it and that's exactly what it can feel like, No? Great description and the images you describe are so vivid; especially loved the ending; Holding my gaze with daytime stars-we do another round, round round. Great writing. Thank you. Dale
Elegance in its striking innocence, I wanna know more about her though, what she's feeling, and how she's feeling it, show us more and you'll have us eating out of your palms ;)
The words you used in this piece created an atmosphere that fits the poem PERFECTLY. You have, as usual, written another superbly fantastically awesome piece here! :)
Another master piece. As usual everything is spot on and the ending was perfect.
The faceless souls are not familiar,
The laughing is more like screams.
My eyes involuntarily drift back, ....love these lines