Roll up, roll up for the ride you can’t ignore
The suck it up and see if it’s all the same once more
As much as you like to dine on here till you’re bloated and gorged outside
From table to table you drift, graze and unceasingly glide
While inside you’re dried up with twisted emotions being without a core
A ship with no anchor without so much as a shore
Nor a place to take refuge and rest
You are but a husk a dried up old shell of a deserted wasps nest
Where flesh and bone once dwelled, pounding with life
With feelings, emotions clicking and switching complain of your strife
Now you live only to settle old scores and say how well you cope
With a dash of excitement here or there convincing you there is hope
That you still can ride like a young child the desperation express
Because you think getting off this train will bar your success.
Ailsa
©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015
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