Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Ride of Terror

The ride of death,
the never-ending terror
the highest I have ever been

That was what I thought...

Then I experienced it...

I wait,
the straps tighten securely around my body,
the risk takes flight,


Then something happens...
Boom!
I swish, I fly,
shock goes through my body,
thrill runs down my spine,
the wind rushes through my hair,
I zip past the world,
I fly,
my stomach tightens,
I feel the drop,
I run across everything,

The dare devil in myself creeps out,
I rush past your old self,
I can feel the difference,
Mr. Thriller

I feel unstoppable,
until the strike,
the roller coaster stops,
I walk away a new person

3 comments:

  1. Dear Abby,

    I like your poem a lot. First the red color got my attention then when I read it, I really liked it a lot.

    Max

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  2. Dear Abby,

    I really liked your poem. What was your golden line? I think if I wrote this poem my golden line would be: Shock goes through my body, thrill runs down my spine. It was a great poem.

    ~Anna

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  3. My golden line in this poem is 'the dare devil in myself creeps out'.

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