I'M OLDER / AND I HAVE A CARNIVAL INSIDE ME.
MY MIND AND HEART ON A SEESAW. /
YESTERDAY THE BEATING ORGAN
THREW UP /
AFTER A ROLLER-COASTER RIDE
OF DISAPPOINTMENTS. /
(FOR HOW LONG AM I GOING TO BE MOTION SICK ABOUT IT?)
JUST THIS AFTERNOON /
I HELD MY CHEST 'CAUSE
ANXIETY WENT RUCKUS OVER
THE TICKET LINE. /
SOMEWHERE IN THE BELLY,
A FIREWORK SHOW STARTED /
AND THE MEMORIES RUSHED AND /
STOMPED AGAINST MY STERNUM /
IN EXCITEMENT /
TO WATCH ME EXPLODE /
AND DIE DOWN. /
IT ALL GETS COLOURFUL /
AND JOVIAL /
AND-OH, WHAT A PITY! /
TODAY THERE'S A METAL-GREY SKY ABOVE ME. /
THE CARNIVAL AND THE RIDES
ARE DESERTED. /
LESS CONTENTMENT TO
CELEBRATE ME. /
SAVE FOR ONE HOMELESS HOPE /
CLINGING ONTO THE GATES OPENING /
TO THE VOID IN MY SOUL. /
I WISH I COULD GIVE IT AN UMBRELLA, OR A PONCHO. /
AND ASK FOR IT TO STAY /
A LITTLE LONGER.
IT COULD GET A LITTLE LONELY, /
BEING HERE JUST WITH MYSELF, /
SOMETIMES. /
AND RIGHT NOW, /
I WISH I HAD COMPANY.
: this style of writing is very new to me. but wanted to write this piece in uppercase so that the message in it would penetrate through the concrete walls in my head and knock some sense into me. thank you <3
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