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Poetry: Riding Rollercoasters

Updated on March 16, 2011

There are the days,

The sun's incandescence is so bright,

I feel immortal in its radiance,

Nothing can touch me. 

There are the days,

The stratosphere is so thick with clouds,

All light is engulfed by the ominous billows. 

Will I see the sun again?

Or am I doomed to live,

In perpetual darkness?

They say "it is better to light one candle,

Than to curse the dark",

But what happens when there are no candles,

Or tinder to light them with? 

I pray and hope for the sun to show itself;

My mind deceives me,

I wonder if it really ever existed.  

It is a faded memory,

Playing like a dream so far from reality.

The yoyo of highs and lows are so intense,

I feel as though I'm losing my mind. 

I have no sense of what is real,

I begin to wonder why I am here. 

The most frightening part is,

When I no longer care. 

Losing that will to fight,

I'm the terminal patient on her deathbed,

Waiting for the angels to come take her away.


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      Doug Turner Jr. 7 years ago

      Hmm... I thought I understood the poem, but the last line has me unsure...

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      Moulik Mistry 7 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

      Beautifully emotive. loved your beautiful words...

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      Mentalist acer 7 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!