Carnival of Misery
Welcome to the (late night) monster show
Where all your fears come alive
Where you get to relive every mistake you’ve ever made
And the pain of every humiliation is revived
Where we trade in your insecurities
Where the darkness is as warm as a lovers breath
Where loneliness is an ally
That grips you as tight as death
On shift from midnight to 4am
You needn’t worry what’s under your bed
Or hiding in the closet
Because the real monsters live inside of your head
It’s the witching hour kiddies
And they haven’t been fed
They’re an unpaid debt and it’s time to pay ‘em
Step right up we have waking nightmares to suit every taste
From high school bully to nuclear waste
Lost love, broken love, or no love at all
Pick your poison
We’ll have a ball
For a limited time
We’ll even throw in a pillow
To stifle your screams
Remember
You can’t wake up because it’s not a dream
Bcm
25 January 2019
Submitted: January 27, 2019
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Comments
Nightmare horrors that don't go away. Nicely written.
Sun, January 27th, 2019 8:03pmGreat work. Reads like the synopsis of a great horror novel.
Fri, March 8th, 2019 2:44amThis is an Otherworld of nightmares! Nice rhyme scheme here
Sat, October 5th, 2019 6:55pmI love carnivals.
Great story.
Hey, here's an anniversary review (poem from a year ago)
The meter of your piece carries a carnival tune if that makes any sense to you. There's an irony to your ecstatic enthusiasm for obvious reasons - the subject matter and the delivery are a dichotomy which emphasizes the terror!
My favorite line: "Where darkness is as warm as a lover's breath" - wow! Love that analogy!
and "loneliness is an ally that grips you"- nice personification. I like your rhyme.
Very entertaining, Shady.
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Again, thank you for taking time to view my words...and to share yours.
You seem to be very learned in the mechanisms of poetry and writing. I envy you. I spend a lot of time wondering where “inspiration” comes from; where was it before it penetrated my thoughts? If energy can neither be created nor destroyed, it must have existed...SOMEWHERE. Of course, this is assuming that our thoughts are energy. I don’t know. I’m really not that smart. Hell! I barely graduated from high school all those millennia ago.
Thank you again. One of the reasons I frequent Booksie is because there are so few people who share an appreciation of verse, and none in my personal orbit.
I’m waiting for poets and poetry to become obsolete.
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I really like this. Think it's great.
Sun, January 27th, 2019 6:04am