Night Terror

The sky is deep and murky green,
The white sun sinking over the horizon,
Extended by junk and litter.

This is the oxymoronic haven.
A carnival of despair
Filled with torturous laughter
Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles,
And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.

I look around this miserable paradise
To see my friends all around me.
They’ve encircled me,
But now they’re turning away,
Leaving me in this nightmarish heaven.
They don’t want me anymore.
What little usefulness I had,
I have long outlived. So they say.

And as they disperse,
The sun sets even more
And the laughter, the disturbing distorted jingles,
Replace the circle of friends, trapping me in the dark
As I turn to monochrome, the film grain masking
My cries of despair.

Suddenly, I’m falling.
Falling through a bottomless pit
No end. No beginning… Just oblivion…
Until my eyes open again…

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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