Roller Coaster From Hell

We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation. ~Francois De La Rochefoucauld

As I sat, the doors flung open

into the dark abyss, I was entering

for once, on my own free will

 

The message was worse than expected

not that the thought wasn't already implanted,

it was, from the beginning, since even before

 

At the turn, an Angel arrived, dressed in wolfs clothing,

 a touch of flare, pointing toward a path, a compromise

of spaces, a ideological tolerant road....

 

which gave hope

 

down a grade, takes stomach away

words being thrown, feelings being squashed

loosing balance of humanity, fear is alive now

 

which gives hoplessness

 

Swallowed in complete darkness

Reaching out for a hand; although aware of the true meaning of pain

bringing back reality to a truth is life

 

to an understanding, a calming of the senses

a breath of fresh air, relearning, rewiring,

worned out defenses.......

 

Realising nothing and all............

Author's Note

I can't even explain....I hope this writing does, but if not, that's ok...I get it :)...All I can say is my time here at WC's has been such a tremendous blessing to me....you guys just will never know.....I thank each and every one of you from my heart.

Reviews

[The Most High Priest]

i could read this a hundred times and find yet another nugget of truth...a piece to truly behold as UNIQUE.......a realistic view into the balance of tranquility and disapointment not found..

[InkSlinger]

Indeed a tragedy that this brilliant work has not been well received.. Super write, and so fully of honesty.. Brilliant I say, brilliant!

[Tony]

Yes, this is the real thing as usual.
And as E.H. says, it's a tragedy it is not more reviewed.
Kind of like those H.Zinn videos on utube that have a few hundred hits.
Well, perhaps the awakening that is occurring amongst many Americans, will grow into a light that sears from our very imagination a world of erroneous and self-servant behavior what is Man.
Excellent Poem, Robin.

[E.H. Monroe]

Record it and send it to me. This is FIRE. There is a clear detachment from spoken word here UNLESS the poem speaks more volumes than the f*****g bible.

How this is not reviewed is a fucken tragedy.