Roller Coaster

I decided that if I could choose any kind of amusement park ride to ride, it would be a roller coaster. They create so much excitement! While riding one it's as if your flying. This poem is supposed to capture that moment when you're at the peak of the hill, and you know you're about to experience free fall, but you can't decide if you are nervous or excited.

At the Peak

You climb into the tiny seat

You get strapped in, you tap your feet
The ride jerks forward, lifts off the ground

You feel your heart begin to pound
The clicking noise pricks your nerves
You think about the drops and swerves
You know the moment's coming near
You'd rather be down there than here
Time slows down, and almost stops
You know you're 'bout to reach the drop!

I'm pretty proud of this one, and I have no idea what my next poem will be about.