Riding Roughly Poem by Annie Carmona
Riding Roughly
A stairwell suspended
vertigo in my eyes
Prayers and curses meld
desperation in my thoughts
Lucidity is never far off
but still unattainable
The quiet darkness squeezes
my pulse races
I want the free back
but it's elusive like the
lucidity I can't gather
and fold
I fill my heart with conviction
but my humanity betrays me
I want to sleep and wake up
without a care in the world
in the real world
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8/28/2026 10:12:40 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
The world is as real as we see through the eyes of the mind: nice poem