Disclaimer: I own this poem, and it comes entirely from my imagination. If this poem sounds like any other, it is purely coincidental.

Authors Note: I submit this poem for you to read. This poem is rated ‘PG’. Please review when you’re finished reading it

AN: I’m not sure if this poem is any good, and I would like people’s opinions. Thanks go to beautiful people who reviewed pieces of my work: Aubrey Solenge, NightFallWolf, forbidden passion, MARIA ANN CAHILL and Anonymous Fate. Thanks to all of you!

The Carnival

Life is like a carnival

Time is short

The knowledge that soon

The people will go home

Leaving sparkles

And streamers in the dirt

For someone else to clean

People whirling across

The dance floor

Frantic feathered frenzy

The desperate silent mantra

Time is short

Have fun while you still can

Desperate laughter

Forced smiles

Shiny sweat on red faces

Eyes wide but not seeing

Ears hearing but not listening

Touch sensing but not feeling

Minds determined to have fun

While they still can

Time marches invisible

In between the rides

People rushing to and from

One big roller coaster hurtling

Straight towards the crash

The funhouse of mirrors

Reflecting

Distorting the truth

Making big people short

And thin people fat

Lying until you believe

People wearing masks

Presenting a face to the

Rest of the world

Until the mask sets

And the face beneath

Decaying unused and forgotten

A carnival of life

Fast furious frenetic

Hurry Hurry Hurry

Time is short

Have fun while you still can

One big roller coaster hurtling

Straight towards the crash

Author’s Note: This is a One Shot poem, so please don’t expect me to continue and update. I hope you liked it, but even if you didn’t please review anyway. I would really really appreciate reviews, and I you review my work I promise to return the favour and review yours! cheesy grin :)

May blessings follow in your footsteps,

Ethereal Kisses