W A R & P E A C E

by me, february 2010

Carousel, cynically twisting in the valley between these two lands,
The hemispheres of my skull that antagonize the rainbow lights of this go-around.
To woe be mine when the clock strikes "decision-making time"
I still sleep with the light on, for there is war inside my mind.

Sick melodies, the soundtrack to the dainty spinning, taunt my reverie:
Hoping that this barbaric blindfold will one day be cast away.
"Choose," sings an oblivious voice,
But they know not of the spinning inside my own head.

Metal meets metal, swords against swords to the brink of death,
Earthshaker, be merciful, and just bring my demise.
For this split second, the world is at war,
My face contorts, and my throat gurgles out my mind.

Rush to the breaking dawn, finally, oh sweet carousel!
Bring me this phase of sweet reunion with harmony.
Stop for no moment longer than needed most,
Drying my eyes, and I see the multi-colored lights, blinking out safety.

This brutally-branded dove
Kicks me at my incessant weakness.