The Carnival After Midnight
A very different place than day time
The Carnival After Midnight
The carnival after midnight waits for no one.
The tents glow with strange electric dreams.
Laughter hides behind the curtain’s edge,
and every mirror tells a different truth.
A man in silver speaks without moving.
His eyes are moons that never blink.
He offers a coin that shines like sorrow,
and I take it, because I always do.
Music spills from an unseen door.
It smells of sugar and broken time.
A girl dances alone beneath a crooked sign,
her smile carved from yesterday.
When the lights die, I am still there.
The carnival vanishes, the field goes dark.
Only the coin remains, warm in my hand,
and the faint echo of someone clapping once.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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The fun of a carnival until the last clap of something that makes one think.