Vertigo

Once upon a time
I felt so frail and alone
I wish I had a dime
So that I could atone.

The world spun and spun
then I knew I had to hold on
and I wondered what I’d done
to feel like this for eons.

The fear of what’s to come
controlled me from the dome
of my mind as the thoughts became scum
and my fear became foam.

I closed my eyes
I didn’t want to see
my vision become a flies’
and my body fail me

Not being in control
that’s what scares me
my life that it stole
being put out to sea

Anxiety in perpetual motion
never wanting to open my eyes
feeling as if I’m on the ocean
I just want to see the sky.

This poem is about: 
Me

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