CAMELOT FANTASIES

Laughter
High pitched screech
Followed by cries of pain
Split into varied personalities
Something triggers
In the grey mass of the brain
Cacophonous seeming
In all the chaotic sounds
Where twists + turns
Swaying begins
To discover the cuts + scrapes
Laughter eases the sharpness
Life teases into submission
Where stories
Come at a high price of admission
Where apathy seamless
Caring is where the pain first began
Searching for the hero
That never arrived
Even in my attendance
Leaving luck as a tiny chance
That things can unfold
Difficult to see what has a hold
This story is lost and forgotten
As ages old

~ Divine