{"sf1_id":2183646,"sf2_id":"Oe5Z7V5m","title":"Seal On A Revolving Carousel","author":"Apolarbear17","words":318,"posted_at":"2024-09-30T03:28:10.000Z","tags":["Metaphor","Poetry","Revolving Ride","Seal","Stuck Feeling","Unfilled Space","Work Stress","carousel","venting"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2183646-seal-on-a-revolving-carousel","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5Z7V5m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6e/d3/6ed3c406-915e-46e0-88fb-bb078c030f20","description":"Wrote this at a time when I was feeling stressed and stuff from work. A vent poem that I meant to be a bit abstract. Originally posted in October 2023.","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Seal On A Revolving Carousel\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;By: A.X. Bueno\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n \n\nThe carousel spins as it's ridden by people for their amusement and with relatively no care\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAnd you are merely a humble part of the revolving wheel of fun\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nA typical representation of a seal with a saddle treading not water but instead the air\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nWhile it may be a source of joy and conversation for others for you this is a job to be done\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nA job you'd like to believe you do well though you've got your mistakes and faults\n\n \n\nThose small creaks and cracks like any other seeming machine\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAfter all you're still here while you've watched others lose their place in this seemingly eternal waltz\n\n \n\nBeing alternated for newer models that also never last long from what you've seen\n\n \n\nSo there's a perpetual gap it feels like as replacements come and go\n\n \n\nAnd you are stuck on this working ride of joy hoping that you compensate for that vacant space\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAs you go along with the rest of the show\n\n \n\nThe riders talk sometimes but don't really seem to notice what's there to make a case\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nThat that much has changed even though for you it feels like plenty has\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nBut what do you know you're a seal on a carousel\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nA smiling clown of the sea doing your best to keep up with your ride's pizzazz\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nYou're not sure when or even if you'll ever move on from where you're bolted down so here you dwell\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nToo stuck in the rhythm that's been made trying to match the happiness on the face of your outer shell\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nWorking the best you can as you hope the fun comes back and the strain and stress ease up a little\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nOn the revolving doors of this ever busy carousel\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;"}