I’ve been stuck on this carousel,
around and around it goes.
When does it stop?
Im begging for someone who knows.
I watch the world go by
and Im too dizzy to focus.
I’ve ridden the same wooden horse
for far too long.
We’ve melted together and become one.
Around and around we go,
No one to stop us and say go home.
The music keeps playing,
the same tinny song,
Music box Melodies
have become the thing of nightmares.
I cannot hear my own thoughts anymore,
just this music over and over
drilling in my brain.
I’m reminded again & again,
that I put myself here.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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