A Selection of Poems

Circus

There was once a little girl

Who walked alone

Down the path of darkness

Into a horrid zone.

A dark circus at the end of the path

A show full of horror

Deformed and experimented

Looking for a restorer.

Sewn together

Different colours

Multiple parts

Missing too.

A show full of horror

Yes, it was eerie

And the little girl

Only felt sorry

Sorry for the people

Sorry for the corpses

Sorry for all those

Who went through distortion.

For tears rolled down their eyes

Every single show

A show full of horror

A show founded long ago.

The pain and the torture

Unfortunately no choice

And no hope remains

For they no longer have a voice.

But alas the little girl must go

And walk back along the stormy road

For the show has ended

But it shall never corrode.