Carousel

Carousel

I ride upon a disharmonious carousel
Seemingly without direction.
Its foundation rattles like shards of glass
As shaken about in a plastic jar-

Riding over humps and cervices
I scream with anger and utmost terror,
As I stare into conniving eyes.

Oh my God, the demons have returned
With no recourse to fear.
I ride upon this carousel
Spinning as a broken top,
falling out from nowhere.

Demons are bellowing profanely,
Snatching away my thoughts,
Then pounding upon them
with iron soled cleats.

Upon this night of destruction,
Knives pierce my eyes,
And tears are released like toxic rain-
There exists no exit from this hellish bastion.

Light years away from paradise,
Strangers are laughing cacophonously.
Have all of the stars burnt out?
I hum dirges in the darkness.

Oh my God, the demons have returned-
I feel but I cannot see-
Life is none but a wicked carousel,
Powered by broken promises…

Claudia Krizay