Dylan’s Carnival

I screamed when the tightrope
Snapped under my feet
For I knew the net
Wasn’t there

But the crowd still cheered when
They saw such a sight.
If not their fault then
They don’t care

When they talk of the show,
Voices fill with glee.
But the damage done,
Unaware

So I’ll listen from mud
Until I am found
Hearing chatters but
None a prayer