I the Ride
I don't want to explain it to you.
I don't want you to see the inner workings, what they do.
But... sit back and relax on the rollercoaster that is I, as we sore and fly on a gripping ride of death and terror.
The lows I'll plummet to are unimaginable to you who dance so high.
The highs are quick euphoric euphemism in which you all live
But did
Did you once think that maybe I'd want residency too? Didn't you know I'd strive to be up there with you?
Of course
You
Never did.
So I hid my roller coaster, full of sickening twist and drops, I'll leave my heart elsewhere a so I must ask you to stop looking for it.
I built up a fortress bit by binding bit
to hide away my ups and downs and nitty-grittiness.
From the outside you coo and ahh at what some call a theme park, but stop asking for my heart because I've hidden it in the 'coaster dark.
YOU ARE READING
The Aggravated Mind
PoetryEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
