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CARNIVAL OF SOULS

written by: TM DiSarro

@tmdisarro

 

Fat man at the candy counter
Counting out his dimes
Can't decide on what to buy
Lost inside his mind
Says this life will kill him soon
If he waits too long
Walks away without a thing
As if there's nothing wrong
He used to be a prophet
Of prosperity and gloom
But every vague advantage
He eventually consumed
Until he couldn't tell the taste
Of water from the wine
An apple from a steak
Or serpent from a vine
Somber now the wheel is spinning
Grinding hope to dust
Complacency has fed his hunger
Turned his dreams to rust
Whatever he has left to lose
He takes into the show
A prisoner of confusion
In the carnival of souls

Thin man in a saggy suit
With pockets full of holes
Enters through the outdoor
To the carnival of souls
Says he died but was reborn
With nothing but a dream
Can't recall his name
Or who's to blame
For such a thing
What to buy he must decide
While feeling kind of strange
Staring at the candy counter
Wishing for some change
He's sorry for his poverty
And lack of wherewithall
Sorry for the never was
And pride before his fall
Seeking some forgiveness
For a crime he didn't commit
Trying to find redemption
For the feelings that he hid
Whatever he has left to lose
He brings into the show
A prisoner of contrition
In the carnival of souls

Which one has the most to gain
Or has the most to lose
Depending on their given pain
Determines how they choose
The fat man can have anything
He has the means to buy
But indecisive he is starving
Living out a lie
The thin man will eat anything
But doesn't have a dime
He knows exactly what he needs
While running out of time
Now the show is starting
And they must be on their way
A dirge for the departing
Somewhere in a field does play
Summoning the faithful
To come back into the fold
Forever entertained
Inside the carnival of souls

 

©2018 TM DiSarro/MindScapes Publishing

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
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