Daisy Fried
Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad.
She didn’t mean to do it.
Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,
go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces,
but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat
on your sheets on your bed in your room and you fade
and they fade. You falter and they’re gone, gone, gone.
Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings,
some like bell rings growing out, out, turning
brass, steel, gold, till the whole world’s filled
with the gonging of your thrills.
But oh, she was sad, she was just sad, sad,
and she didn’t mean to do it.
Analysis Garden 
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This poem is displaying a specific sad emotion throughout. It speaks of how one is enveloped in pain and yet didn’t ask for it. It’s unclear as to what is causing the pain, but whatever it is, it is causing the speaker to stay in a place they do not want to be in. “Certain thrills knock you flat on your sheets on your bed.” “Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs.” Some pain is kept inside, but sometimes it causes misery and despair; is what i interpret from this these specific lines. It’s a nice poem that creates horror in realistic views. The speaker takes a shift to sorrow and so does the tone/mood. Overall ,the wording creates this sense and brings the aura into it.