A carousel of
emotions are spinning
inside my head
Eyes, the portal of
my soul have long since
been dead
A puppeteer takes
control of the strings
of my heart
Whilst the ghost
train carrying my past
fails to depart
The ring master
controls the dark recesses
of my mind
Beautiful Ballerinas
deceive and to happiness
I'm blind
The iron man strains
under the burden of my
secrets
A magician plays
with the truth and shows
only tricks
Decisions right and
wrong are juggled by my
thoughts
Life is a tight rope
of lessons that can't
always be taught
As the face painter
completes my sombre death
mask
The lion tamer
cracks the whip demanding
my final task
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