Lights

The sea of colours greeted me,
Reds, blues and greens beckoned me,
'Come in!' they seemed to be shouting.

I was indeed welcomed by a musky smell,
Of hot dogs, pizzas and candy floss,
My eyes were met by too many colours,
They were hypnotising and made me nauseous,
Coupled with the amount of activity happening at that time.

It was something from a nightmare.
The circus waltz from the fun house made me feel sick,
The jagged skulls outside the haunted house made me vomit,
Even the jagged zig zag pattern beside the helter skelter made me choke.
The wheel relentlessly circled; a solemn reminder of the repetition.

Mesmerised, I drew my attention on the patrons.
The children dillgently wore bright colours, designed to taunt me,
They shouted and laughed without sensitivity,
They sounded no different from the ghoulish automatons of the haunted house,
Ironically, they were enjoying themselves.
I tried to speak to one of them but they could not hear me.

Annoyed at the exterior, I tried the hex house.
The usual things that notoriously scared me were somehow tame,
Skeletons, witches, spiders and bats? Oh, Please.

It suddenly came to me in a flash,
The horror was outside, among the faceless children,
Among the relentless lights,
It was a fairground of evil.
It must be. Am I insane?

I eventually left the house and was once again at the epicentre of the fear,
I rapidly made my way towards the section marked 'Exit'
I tried, but it was locked; not by a padlock but by those lights,
Again and again I tried but I had similar luck.
Desperate, I shouted 'Get me out!'

As I write this, I'm still there.
It is perpetually night,
It is forever ravishing with activity alien to me.
I seem to be eternally trapped within these walls,
A prisoner in an amusement park.
Even I laugh at such a suggestion.

Without a clue or inclination as to why I'm here,
I stare at the nearby rollercoaster and it is called simply:
'Judgement Night.'
Amazed by the absurdity I look at the next ride's name:
'Purgatory.'