What a waste of time
Wanting things that will never be mine
I go up, then down
A smile, a frown
My life is a rollercoaster, a stair case
This ride turns my stomach, fills my eyes with mace
Just as I get my eyes clean
I see the downfall of a dream
I go up, then down
A smile, a frown
The ride up is so short
That all it does is distort
A small seed of pain
And all it needs is a little rain
To take over my little life
If only I had a big enough knife
I go up, then down
A smile, a frown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi! I’m Eddie Roa and I just got in to this website. By chance I came across your name in the list of poets and read some of your works. Good writes. I have posted some of my poems today and a few days ago.. My style ranges from light to dark poetry (modern enough but not postmodern) and some Japanese verse forms like haiku, senryu and tanka. I hope you will bother to check out my work. Thanks and happy writing.