When you read this poem, read it while going on a rollercoaster. Feel your stomach and your head churn. listen to the whirring noise from the rails and the obliviousness of it all. Hear the distorted voices and see the people as they wave from a distance underneath. Feel your insides. Now read the poem .....
Madness by Angela West
If my stomach would stop churning
And the world would stop turning
And my head would stop worsening
If only for one minute
My ears would stop ringing
And the music stop playing
And my head would stop singing
If only for one minute
If that voice can just stop talking
And those birds just stop squawking
And I can stop tiredly yawning
If only for one minute
My madness is walking and stalking
Its crawling and withdrawing
Its spawning dawdling galling imploring
If only for one minute
Its observing reemerging hurting
And its searching urging referring reaffirming
And its worming and concerning
If only for one minute
