“I don’t want to end up like them…”
I have said it .. I have said it more than I ever imagined I would.
And every time I uttered these words… the same chill ran through me… The same fear of committing a mistake when you are well aware of the dreadful consequences.
The same despair… when you know you are slipping in this quick sand and you are not even trying to save yourself…not even asking for help…
“live your life, forget the people, forget the past, forget the future, today is yours…your life is yours…please please please live it for your own self..i know people who didn’t and it didn’t go well…” I have begged! I have begged more than I imagined I ever would!
But my words fell flat on deaf ears…
My screaming pleas were repelled by petrified silence of the slaves of the norms.
My efforts strangled by the puppeteers.
Acid of traditions thrown at my face until by passion succumbed to the pain.
Allegations shoved in my throat until my voice died..
We are riding the same old ill-fated Carousel
Same gruesome views..
Same wounds …
Just the generation of riders has changed…
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