LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

 

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

I’m lost at a carnival,

A carnival of nightmares.

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims

But misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me,

Distorting my reflection.

I flee into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror.

Glass rains on me.

I’m in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

There’s no way out.

The floor bottoms out,

And I’m falling.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE CARNIVAL

THE CARNIVAL OF NIGHTMARES
I open my eyes
and to my surprise,
I’m at a carnival.
I’m chased into a tent.
My reflections surround me
on all sides.
I touch a mirror.
My hand flows through,
my body soon follows.
I’m in a dark basement.
The floor begins...

 

THE CARNIVAL 

I open my eyes 

and to my surprise,

I’m at a carnival.

I’m chased into a tent.

My reflections surround me

on all sides.

I touch a mirror.

My hand flows through,

my body soon follows.

I’m in a dark basement.

The floor begins to turn.

I hear laughter, 

“I’m back.”


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THE CARNIVAL

 

 

The carnival calls to me.

Sounds of laughter

float to me in the distance.

I want to be there.

I want to be a child again

for one afternoon.

Go back in time when

life was enjoyed to its fullest.

I will dip my toes in the sand

and run to the carnival.

I will buy cotton candy and

eat it with sticky fingers.

I will ride the ferris wheel

until I am dizzy from the height.

Children are running to the rides.

I am one of them.

For this afternoon,

I am one of them.

A DOORWAY

 

 

A carnival waits beyond the door.

A door sitting in a diner.

A door open to all adventures.

Open to all possibilities.

Step through the doorway

and enter your own world.

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THE CARNIVAL OF NIGHTMARES

merry go round

I open my eyes.

I find myself at a carnival.

A clown chases me into a tent.

Mirrors surround me.

My reflections stare back at me.

Is this real?

Or am I in a nightmare?

A nightmare of my own making?

I need to get back.

Back to End House.

The haunted house in the woods.

I’m in a dark room.

I can’t feel the walls.

The floor is wet.

A mirror is looming ahead.

I touch it.

My hand flows right through.

My body soon follows.

I’m in End House.

Or in a house resembling it.

Time to go down to the basement.

That’s where I was going.

Wasn’t I?

The basement is dark.

What happened to the light bulb?

The floor begins to turn.

I can’t get off.

Then I hear the laughter.

“I’m back.”

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