Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships

Her Rollarcoaster Ride

The ride of my love
hanging on for dear life
ups and downs the norm
for an otherwise
level head as me
The track, broken
and incomplete
as was, her ability to steer,
twisting, turning
my life upside down
forever again…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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