caravan girl

A Poem by lanEpoo

inspired by goldfrapp :)

there is a girl that sits alone
underneath the circus tent.
in her bright blue dress...
it makes her dead eyes come alive,
almost.
she watches the clowns in red
dancing with the children.
but she dare not move
for fear that they see her.
she watches the crowds of people walking by.
but she dare not make a noise
for fear they might question.
look now,
the silent tears are flowing.
i wonder what she thinks,
as she sits alone in her tent.
oh poor caravan girl.
what makes her so sad?
i want to try to life her eyes,
not only to restore the brilliant green they once were,
but to show her that the world is a beautiful place;
and it is waiting,in bated breath,to see her smile.
what is her name?
maybe if someone would just call out to her,
maybe if someone would just sit with her,
she wouldnt feel so alone.
look as the animals rejoice around her,
shouting merrily in their happy state.
i wish to help that silly caravan girl
to realize she isnt alone.
but i am just a stranger upon the hill
forbidden to interact.
forced to watch the massacre that is happening below me.
happiness,
how do i gt her to realize she can have it?
she sits,head hung
while others form a circle around her,
closing her in,
keeping her hidden.
that poor caravan girl,
in a dress of bright blue.
it makes her dead eyes come alive,
almost.