365 days, not one is flat.
The flow of my blood rushes against gravity.
When does the ride end?
The screams and fear, what good are they?
All they bring is sadness.
365 days, not one is flat.
The roller coaster does not stop.
Day after day, up after down.
Seasons changed, but the ride does not.
365 days, not one is flat.
Continuous torture.
Forever pleasure.
Which is which, none can tell.
365 days, not one is flat.
Shadows of the past,
Flashes of the future,
Sensations of the present,
The ride does not end.
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My Own Truths
PoetryOriginal poems written by me. This includes a variety of topics.
