As My World Spins
I just returned from trying to go to the market for food since it has been well over a week since I have bought groceries. The pain from having the grommet reinserted into my right ear has finally subsided, but my head is still out of sorts and I still have the Xanax in my system. My head was trying to think and I was adding a Facebook status update and this poem came out. It was kind of long for the update, but I thought it would go nicely here. Enjoy!!
As My World Spins
The world it spins
faster, then faster still
I want to get off
that is my will.
Someone please help
make the spinning stop
I really don’t care
if it makes me drop.
My head is foggy
things are unclear
no wonder I’m alone
and no one comes near
The fog and spinning
they make me feel drunk
then I get tripped
by a smug little punk
The weather front comes
and so does the pain
if a cure is not found
I’ll sure go insane
I still think it right
I’ll not make a show
But if you do see
I’ll look like Van Gogh.
March 8, 2010
© DL Bach