Inconsolable

Sun, 03/17/2019 - 12:26 -- ulyssab

I'm in a spiral. 

I run into things and bump into another

It's constant, but random, but consistent

When the spiral slows 

i start to believe that i can see straight 

But when the spiral slows

i trip.

Often the spiral picks up its pace

and I run into everything but i never seem to fall

In a spiral

I move gracefully, but in a spiral

I am inconsolable.

This poem is about: 
Me

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