CareWhoElse

I broke down the door
The one within
I looked in from the window
At a blurry skrim
Once so clear
Dirt built up,
To the brim
I poured over
Racing to the ground
My thoughts,
The loudest sound
Whispers,
Pulling
This way and that
I sat on the doorstep
Trying not to go back
Inside,
To my demise
A broken carousel,
I ride
Down the hole
We go
There’s something you should know