The Real Carousel (Poetry Block 51)

Beautiful but untouchable Quaint and amazing The ghost of a silhouette Paint chipped from age Ancient in its use Webs that serve more of a strong hold Like a recollection of lost years, well hidden The eyes of a soul long vanished With a sadness that’s in unusual presence Still lingers Afraid that all has been forgotten Cast outside, outgrown In a spiral of artificial comfort There are darkest corners unknown But in the end It’s defined as inevitable For sometimes the seconds in the moment Leave a mark, then vanish   Poet’s Thoughts: In a nutshell, this poem touches … Continue reading The Real Carousel (Poetry Block 51)