Agony In A Theme Park Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

I’m oft groping in the dark
why you no longer frequent
our favorite theme park
where you and I have spent
moments happy as a lark.

I waited so long for you
beside the man-made lagoon
where you and I went to row
under the light of the moon,
you did not come, I don’t know.

I combed the place over,
I peered at all the faces,
many met me with sneer,
but I failed to find traces
of you hither and thither.

Now I am alone and lost,
I don’t even seem to hear
or feel once more the boost
all the funhouses offer,
I felt like I was a ghost.

The colorful Ferris wheel,
trying to kiss each low cloud,
no longer give me the feel
to scream and shriek aloud,
the pain almost makes me reel.

The roaring roller coaster,
with its sharp turn, rise, and dip
that used to make me holler
now makes me ready to weep,
deep pining makes me falter.

The exciting carousel,
the fun-filled merry-go-round
that, to people, held appeal,
now only makes me feel down,
wish it takes me right to hell.

The theme park is now all bare,
gone are its allure and glow,
but I don’t as much as care,
all this, I want you to know,
because you’re no longer here.