CAROUSEL OF DISMAY • EDIT + POEM

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dismay

/dɪsˈmeɪ/

noun

concern and distress caused by something unexpected.

"to his dismay, she left him."

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Welcome, souls of UTA.

This is Ghost, and welcome to our blog.

This is a poem and edit (see above.) blog, featuring Nightmare, and an endless spiral of neverending dismay he seems to go through in his story.

TW. MENTIONS OF POSSIBLE ABUSE AND SUICIDE.

I hope you enjoy.

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The world was like a carousel,

Spinning round and round.

Riding it was none but He,

In a game of lost and found.

Every turn was the same,

Hurtful words like poison.

"Oh, what was my name?"

Became a frequent question.

Memories but a blur he'd ache,

Hurled at him were stones.

They didn't like him, they'd say,

As they'd hear pained groans.

But he kept riding, for he hoped,

That one day the ride would stop.

An endless carousel robed,

In sorrow and misery and insanity.

And soon he'd spiral,

As the carousel rode on.

Taking him noplace new,

He simply hoped he'd be gone.

Nobody did care, that he knew,

For still spinning was he.

Nobody to stop him, nothing new,

He simply kept going.

And alas did it nauseate him,

As now he'd lost it all.

But it didn't matter much,

He already felt so small.

So now he'll spin around,

Frenzied by the pain.

His sanity never sound,

His cries forever unheard.

The world is like a carousel,

Spinning round and round.

Riding it is none but He,

In a game of lost and found.

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Time Taken:

30~45 Minutes.

Applications Used:

PicsArt, Discord, Photopea

Proof:

Poem - Verified ;; Edit - See Comments

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I hope you enjoyed reading through this poem, and the edit as well. Proof of the edit down below.

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Edit Art Credit

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#editorshub

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