It goes from bad to worse, worse to bad
It's ever-changing confusion on this roller coaster
and I'm buckled in for the ride
My mind is a foreign blur
can't maintain my thoughts
They're scrambled and hiding
like in a fun house
I remember the day
the scar starts bleeding
slowly it fades away, the blood ceases
Then the anxiety pours down like rain
and once again the memory invades my mind
It's like watching a merry go round ride
I go back in my thoughts
I'm before the pain
happy as I ever was
Then he comes along
now I've hit a new low
He's the one who threw me down the slide
and try as I might to make it back up
I keep falling back down
It's too slippery, too high
I'll never be able to climb to the top
I'm slipping at the bottom
and he's at the top
What did you think
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Welcome to AllPoetry!!!
I like your metaphors in this...I am sorry you are in such pain, but that has been some of my best writing, when I was low...
Welcome to AllPoetry! I hope you enjoy yourself on this site!
Blessed Be,
Jeremy
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