Carousel

Will this roller coaster ever end?
I race up the color-coded calendar
swing around the unmade beds
ride a screaming double loop
down the laundry chute;
stomach knotted in the sheets.

Will this cycle ever end?
I can hold on tight and roll with the vicious flow;
I can spin, hoping excuses hold water.
Submit to the tide
or fight for air;
my family’s swirling in circles.

Will this carousel ever end?
It hurls me through the sky on trumpets’ blare
to fall back to earth on a rumbling drum.
Oh, I can improvise harmony
and change the speed;
but the haunting song plays on.

(Note: My first line is the last line from: "Rollercoaster"   by Pat returns 2 Porch 1799901 . My last line was the first line/prompt for: "Invalid Item"   by A Guest Visitor )