Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

carousel (about nostalgia)

Sometimes there is nothing in this world I want.
I should have known there was trouble.
Sometimes I cannot sleep at night.
My confidence starts to bubble.

A graveyard of discarded dreams
revolves in my mind like horses on a carousel
old, aged, worn out,
yet they still spin again and again.

I walk and the sun rises while I listen
to a ball abruptly bouncing on the pavement.
I walk home to an empty house,
dogs bark, doors slam.

The feeble runoff of a river in the distance,
take me back to a time where my childhood self still exists.
For a moment, when I close my eyes,
I am nine again, watching ants in the grass,
and smiling towards the horizon.

Sometimes the carousel stops and
the street lamps take me out of my nostalgia.
My magnificent reverie breaks to pieces,
and I sit on the cold ground in the darkness.

Because it doesn't matter where I walk,
the only place I want to go
just gets further behind me
even though daydreams make it alright.

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