Short Spurts #55

It’s like I’m in a carnival 

Surrounding brightly dressed 

I’m in the midst screaming 

Bloodied and distressed 

None can see nor hear me

They’re equipped with zest 

I’m on my knees now 

My chest compressed

There’s no point however 

Now if I confessed 

For in any carnival 

There’s only room for best

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