My life is a roller coaster.
The beginning is the start of my life.
Then when the roller coaster starts,
The wild ride begins.
First it raises to a great height,
In happiness, truth, and pride.
But, when it reaches the top,
It starts to plummet in to guilt, pity, and lies.
With all of it’s twists and turns,
It never levels out.
Everyone in the world has a different coaster,
Because no one is the same.
Lives covering the world,
Like a giant amusement park.
But many of these coasters have stopped,
Most in disarray, rusted, overgrown
With no hope of starting again.
Someday my roller coaster will stop,
Never to start again.
Hi guys, I don’t expect many people to read this which I have grown to accept declining popularity is bound to happen.
This poem I wrote back in eighth grade for an English assignment. We were supposed to take a picture of ourselves on vacation or something like that and write a poem about it. I didn’t get the memo that we were supposed to be visible in the picture so instead it is a picture of part of the roller coaster “Wildfire” from Branson’s Silver Dollar City. Which blossomed into this marvelous poem I share with you today.
Reading it over I realize that my eighth grade self had accepted that death is inevitable. As I imagine most of us maybe have also accepted that fate too, or at least have thought about it. Weather or not you have thought about it, we are all mortal, we don’t live forever we all have to leave this world eventually. Unless you are Voldemort, and create seven horcruxes so you can cheat death, but if you have read Harry Potter you know that it didn’t work out so well for him in the end. I’m not really sure what my intent was with this, but I hope you enjoyed my poem and hopefully I will be able to post soon.