(an ode to gabapentin)
Always
Sick to my
Stomach
My world is
Spinning
And I’m not
Grinning.
This isn’t
Funny
Constantly
Dizzy
This doesn’t
Make sense
No frame of
Reference
Lightheaded and
Nauseous
My steps are
Slipping
Seem to be
Falling
The floor is
Calling.
My foot falls are
Heavy
Every move is
Unsure
Haven’t been
Drinking
All muddled
Thinking
brain feeling
fuzzy
not able to
see straight
everything
unclear
not sure I'm
all here
The world is on
delay
And I have to
hold tight
My vision is
Blurry
Too spaced out to
Worry
Don't know if I'm
Tired
Can't figure my
Feelings
I can barely
see straight
No one who can
relate
16 hours and
counting
Just wishing I'd
come down
been feeling this
for days
I'm feeling this
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