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Dizziness

My world spins, never ending.
I feel like I just might die
As I fall and smack my head
On the cold cement floors.
 
I wish you were here to help me up,
Wipe the dirt from my tear streaked face.
Kiss my cheeks and say,
“Everything will be alright.”
 
But you can’t be.
So I lay here,
Watching as people walk past
My shaking body on the floor.
 
The room spins faster and faster
And I feel like I might hurl
Turning over and attempting to get up
Only to fall right back down.
 
I let the tears flow freely
Soaking my ghostly face.
With no one left to stop them
But this cold, icy floor.

(2015)

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