Carousel

Stillness. That is what I seek.

I want off this carousel ride from hell.
The cackle of the wicked Carney tormenting me. He wants me to break.

Sometimes I fear that I will break. I am so fragile. My mind is fragile.

My thoughts spin round and round with me. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy as we spin.

Will this terrifying ride ever end? "I want off! Let me off!" I scream, I plead, I implore my ravenous captor. But alas, he is unrelenting.

What is it that keeps me here? This perpetual Hell that I'm in. And why the wicked man to torment me?