Through the Carnival Door

Long paned mirrors line each wall,
while broken glass blankets the ground.
His lanky limbs rushed the corner,
his movements lack any sound.
My shoes crunched with every step.
No one to be seen or found,
he’s lost within the shards of regret.
To my reflection I was bound.
Words of punishment well deserved,
Faces staring back all around.
Me staring back…
My head begins to pound,
confusion blacks my vision.
I try to scream, but not a sound.
My eyes open to reality,
smooth grass on top of hard ground.
Whithered and old this tree still had use,
covered from rain that surrounds.
could it all have been a dream?
The carnival was no where to be found.
No, evil could not hold such a mask.
But still no one was around…
yet, to my dream, enticing and confusing,
My sanity remains bound.

Through the Carnival Door

Courtney Stewart

Joined December 2007

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Its supose to be set just after the narrator has seen an odd looking man slip into a small hidden door, out of sight of the general public. Naturally due to human curiosity the narrator is drawn to follow him into sad realizations and a sudden awaking.

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