The Comedown
You sit at the top then turn upside down,
a carnival of unwanted feelings;
So difficult to handle the comedown
stillness is torture so you move around;
On this ride it’s hard to get your bearings;
Memories follow you from town to town,
water guns and balloons winning prizes;
This constant fresh start just tantalizes.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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