I always think of my life and very up and down, always suffering from motion sickness. |
-Around And Around- by Keaton Foster Around And around I’ve gone Far too long Spinning Clinching Grabbing at straws Reaching out For much needed help All that I’m given All that I’m lent Are stones Weights Not of my own creation Or of my own obligation I’m so dizzy Nausea lives Deep in my gut I’m sick All of the time Every second Of every minute Of every hour Of each concluding day There is no escape None that I know Not one to be shown I’m right here Screaming at the world The one outside As well as inside Please stop moving Remain still Motionless Allow me peace Allow me to cease Whatever that will mean I’ll gladly accept Without fear or regret Being so sick is terrible Living this way is hell Existing as I am Was not meant to be There has to be Another way Around And around Madness of motion Like floating in an ocean In the middle of a storm That comes along once Every few hundred years Such a constant ill Has left me unwilling To see the shore beyond The falling waves I have no sense of direction Nothing with regard to perspective There are no markers No indication Of which way is up And which is down There is just climbing And falling Just tossing And turning My stomach is empty My heart is the same I’m so damn sick That nothing makes sense All logic is truly wasted All ideas are quickly vacated Emptied from being so sick Honestly I can’t take it But for far too long I have There is no choice None that I can tell Against the motion I swim Amongst a torrents of waves I have forever been sent… Around And Around Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |