Masquerade Poem by alexis jung

thousands of colors
hundreds of dress and masks
all spinning in circles
surrounding me
as if im a captivated circus animal
freaky jesters wih faces of the unknown
coming at me like they're some sort of cannible ready for supper
pushing through the crowd
trying to make my way out
the ball room seems to go on for ever
i make my way to the stairs
i push openthe huge metallic golden doors
outside the carriage was awaiting
i stop...
i breathe...
im free...