Welcome to the Circus,
That is my life, a tent to shield the rain
My faith is on the high beam,
My courage taming lions,
My fear jumping through the ring of fire
So come see the Circus that lives inside of me!
Though I may be the host of the freak show,
I am not the Ringmaster,
I have no control, I am only a vessel
Little parts of me are everywhere,
But it's too late to comprehend what fate desires of me,
Far too late as I fall from the high beam,
My courage of summer eaten away by lions
And scorched by the fire left by the leaves of fall
So come to the Circus!
There you will find me falling apart,
Only to be sewn back together suture,
A more broken, beaten down vessel than I ever was,
But a vessel none-the-less.
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The Color Black
PuisiThis is a collection of poetry, ranging from my older works to newer - all dark in nature and some even darker in intention. Some could even say it is akin to The Color Black. Authors note: Many of these poems are purely or largely based off of the...
