Clowns with painted happy faces when they're sad
Lions growling and pawing to visit, home
Kids screaming and playing for one more shot
Stuffed toys hung never sold again
People dancing in costumes
Colorful lights and rides spinning around
Winds blow children off there feet with pure joy
Dirt and plastic covers
Are your only protection
Parents grab you if
You do anything really
Please protect them
From the crowds
Parents pray
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
