Quicksand Carousel

Helpless times call for helpless measures
But I can’t dig myself from this endeavor
I’m trapped where I am
and I can’t move an inch
You’d think that getting out of this hole
would be a cinch
But I’m afraid of heights
Just like when I was young
Trapped on the carousel
Staring at the camel’s tongue
A strange kind of vibe
When you’re laughing inside
But everyone else can only see you cry
Your hands wrapped around the horse’s neck
Begging the ground
Please not yet
Staring wide eyed at the spinning room
Your parents smiling
Going to hold you soon
Too small to get off
But too big to let it show
Now I’m stuck in the same situation
Here in this hole
Every time I move
More crumbles down
But it turns to mud
Instead of solid ground
And I’m only knee deep
But I’m sinking fast
Hold on tight to myself
Wondering how long it will last
I was taught about quicksand
And about poisonous snakes
About grabbing a rope
Before it was too late
But the ropes turned to vipers
And the sinking quickens
Calling out for help
Watching the plot thicken
Remembering those days when I was young
Up on that carousel staring at the laughing camels tongue
Daring myself to not look down
Watching the world as I spun round
My reality then is my reality now
Stuck spinning in my chair
And I can’t get out.

Published by E. Lexi Abbott

A free spirit and a wild soul. I am a writer who is seeking the inspiration found in the crannies and nooks of life. My goal is to combine the world in my head with the world around me one page at a time.

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