Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Merry-Go-Round

Memories of oblivion

Swirl within my soul

Another shot

One more hill

Soaring high

Another pill

Around the merry-go-round

I fly

I’m sorry

Don’t cry

I promise I’m fine

I just need to hide

Behind crumbling walls

Water trickles constantly

Carving crevices

Gaps between

Weathered and worn

Broken stones

Another shot

One more hill

Soaring high

Another pill

Down the slippery slope

I slide

Catch me

Don’t let go

Watch as I fly

Just one more time

Around the merry-go-round

I ride

5 comments:

  1. Do you need a hug? I think you need a hug. Maybe more than one. ((((hug))))

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  2. This seems so sad. Like you are trying to get away to a happier place... perhaps you get there, but do you succeed at happiness?

    Great work.

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  3. This is a kick ass poem. People should comment on it. Serious.

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  4. Sometimes the only time im happy is when im riding ''THE MERRY-GO-ROUND'' :(

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  5. Ha, I know this feeling for reals. Up and down, or in your case, round and round. Weeeee.

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