There’s a circus going on
in this little world
it’s full of space
with nothing to waste
The world was once innocent
innocent and free
but it now lies corrupt
no clue of what to be
It rambles on
it contemplates
it never truly sleeps
in this world it only dives
into the shallowest waters of the deep
The world changes every couple of years
and then sometimes it won’t
the lies it spread
the tears it shed
the things it will never be
If one town falls, then so do the others
those towns were carefully crafted
but so easily manipulated
Those towns are my thoughts.
My doubts are the circus
this world is my head
i still hear the townsfolk
as I lay down for bed
The townsfolk are back
the townsfolk are near
they always come back
When my circus appears
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Author:
Younique (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don’t really have any words for this one. The poem speaks for itself.
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Comments2
I think from time to time we all have a circus going on in our head sometimes it is clowns and other times a tightrope act. Well done
Very wise words from one so young
Keep writing
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