Room is spinning
just not winning
try my best to catch my breath
thoughts submerge to darkest depths
to rise again beneath the waves
perhaps for a couple days
dipping. Dipping
down again
staring through torrential rain
no umbrella
goes on forever
dripping. Dripping
cold and wet
and crimson red
promised not to cut no more
didn’t even have a cause
tipping. Tipping
over the edge
so read or talk or write or sketch
something healthy
nothing risky
skipping. Skipping
like a child
remember how you used to smile
trips to the beach
and trick-or-treat
gripping. Gripping
the side of the bath
thinking how they always laughed
laughing now?
That sneering sniggering menacing howl
slipping. Slipping
in and out
sirens, monitors, mama’s shout
lingering, flickering, drifting
the clouds at long last shifting
Anonymous
