With sounds of metal clanking
felt with steady, rythmic strokes
our senses fully waken
moving up with every jolt.

All but this moment is forgotten
as we've a few second wait
'til gravity takes us over
making us love what we should hate

Our stomachs thrusted upward
seeking shelter in our throats,
while screams are all around us
from souls wishing off this boat

Our hands grasp very tightly
as if we hold on for dear life
while only making matters worse
we hear, "We're all gonna die".

While up and down we go
being whipped from left to right
our insides feel like jelly
but our outside's holding tight

We finally reach the moment
when this nightmare abrubtly ends
only to head right back in line
for lifes roller-coaster ride again.

heh ya know somethin I have never ever been on a roller coaster b4

Sure you have ccp, it's called life!

Sorry I posted in wrong place, I'll re-post in poetry
forum....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOps