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Mind Circus

Mental Fun-House, Thought Rampage

By Jay WilliamsPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Come in.

Enjoy the show.

We have attractions for the young and the old.

High fly trapeze,

Jumps and swings that your mind can not comprehend.

Cold winds blow.

I climb the ladder,

Recounting every last step.

I see the thin wire, beckoning me.

The squeaking sounds of the stairs rings...

Despair, Anguish.

I want my performance to be perfect.

Alone,Lost.

I'm on the platform, also touching the tent the holds my thoughts.

I look down to see...nothing.

This isn't what I pictured.

Where is my audience, my crowd filled with encouragement and amazement.

The wind blows harder.

My footing isn't steady,

Shaking as I take each step,

Where do I go from here? Is it time to play it safe?

Step...by step...

Am I strong enough? Can I do it? Is this what life truly is?

I look down,nothing but blackness surrounds me.

Can I fall? Will I fall?

Softly I hear, the Entrance of the Gladiator.

Distorted,rewound backwards,

My head is spinning.

My wire is getting longer and the sounds of misery causes my focus to shake.

Can I keep going?The trumpets are louder, the cymbals blending

STOP!!!!

The flutes follow the melody as the Tuba softly bellows.

PLEASE!!!

I look up as the tent gets bigger...

I WANT IT TO END!!!

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Jay Williams

Just a young woman who writes freely, from the mind...holding nothing back.

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