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
Do you need a hug? I think you need a hug. Maybe more than one. ((((hug))))
ReplyDeleteThis seems so sad. Like you are trying to get away to a happier place... perhaps you get there, but do you succeed at happiness?
ReplyDeleteGreat work.
This is a kick ass poem. People should comment on it. Serious.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the only time im happy is when im riding ''THE MERRY-GO-ROUND'' :(
ReplyDeleteHa, I know this feeling for reals. Up and down, or in your case, round and round. Weeeee.
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