Everything in my head is just an empty merry-go-round. It spins and spins with no destination nor concept of time. The stale music pulsates with each movement, filling the static with numbness; poking my brain just to feel a little bit alive. Oh how it twirls, disgruntled by nothing. It even begins to wonder why no one comes for a ride.
It won't stop. The emptiness swirling around with statues on poles; still snapshots of skewered emotions. Plain and lifeless, yet frozen seamlessly still with chaotic movement. Flashing lights and sticky cotton candy do nothing to warn my mind. This dull throbbing of my thoughts pound and pound as they hop along for the ride.
Oh how my thoughts spin in eternal circles! How could I ever have desired such a complex want? It's a pity you left the carnival. I was hoping you could join my rounds in my head. They all tell me that I'm pointless and that it is a blessing to be numb. I suppose I was just searching for an exception, but I shouldn't have expected anything more from your ride.
So spin for me. Don't ever detract from the circular path which you follow, because my mind certainly won't. The music taunts my ride. It reminds me of the hallowed nothingness once again. Here lays my thoughts faltering into this machine I was made to believe.
So, who cares for a ride?
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poesia"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
