The room spins
like a top
under hands
so much heavier
than my own.

Spinning,
spinning,
like a carousel
in an abandoned
carnival.

no games left
to play,
no reason
left to stay

Headless dolls
and torn, stuffed things
litter the ground
No laughing children,
just silence,
with it's deafening sound.

I swallow it down
A kingdom with no king,
no people,
no crown...

- the barren wasteland -
dreams it used to hold
but today, it closed its gates
in its self-induced winter,
its forever cold.