Spinning

Mon, 05/23/2016 - 16:21 -- tiea529

Spinning round and around.

Never knowing when it will all stand still. Never knowing when everything will at once make sense.

So I wait.

I lay awkake at night, not from the nightmares

but because I had nothing to dream about anymore

So I continue to watch as my world continues to spin.

This poem is about: 
Me

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