Of What Was And What Is

Loss is like taking off a ring you've worn for a long time

Your finger still feels the weight of the gold band which isn't there

Your hand still goes towards it to twist it around the finger in nervousness

You look at your middle finger again and again seeing the lighter part of your skin, the only trace of the ring that is left

It leaves you disoriented,

To not have something which you clearly feel is right there

Loss is like visiting your favourite restaurant's shut down building

You're overwhelmed with memories

You remember every table full of chatter

You remember the wooden doors that opened to another world

The familiar scent, the lights, the decor
Warm, lively and alive
And you smile from the feeling

But nothing is there

Here lies a barren building
Cold, lifeless and dead
With only memories haunting the rooms 

Like the ghost of what was and now what is

Taking your smile away and replacing it with shudders

The building is still right down the street
( The room is right down the hallway )

If you listen closely you can hear the chatter
( If you listen closely you can hear him calling)

The windows are intact, giving you an insight into the past
( The pictures in the frames are intact, giving you an insight into the past )

But nothing is there

Here lies a barren building
Cold, lifeless and dead
With only memories haunting the rooms

Ferris Wheel

Take a deep breath 

Wipe your sweaty palms

Again and again and again

Grip your seat tightly

Chew on your fingers nails

Ask yourself whether you shouldve said that

Shouldve said that

Said that

That

Done that 

Shouldve done that

Ask yourself whether you shouldve done that

As soon as you begin to feel at peace with your own self 

It spins once again

Throwing you back in your seat 

Looking around for something to hold onto

Fidgety fidgeting fingers

Breathless breathing

Screaming, endless screaming

The feeling of ants crawling up and down your arms

And your thoughts crashing in a million per second

Rattling inside your brain

Something is wrong but nothing is

And then you're a little at ease

But not too much

Convinced yourself there isn't anything to worry about

But you're still unsure

It spins once again.