This is torture, pure and simple,

Total agony, it’s plain to see,

On the inside, I feel numb,

I’ve lost my equilibrium.

 

So, I sway down the hall,

Trying not to trip at all,

My pets run like hell when I’m coming,

Bouncing along walls, tripping, stumbling.

 

Inner ears are a mystery.

Little Vertigo in my history

So this is like an all-out war

Trying to walk, judging how far.

 

The ear is ringing, balance spinning,

I’d say Vertigo is winning.

Meclinzine’s my drug so far.

Of course, I cannot drive my car.

 

My hair is long; it droops when raining,

I hate it, but all that complaining,

Just makes me want to jump with fear-

OH, WAIT, I think the mailman’s here!

 

He only stays just one minute,

A conversation? Not much in it.

Wall-walk back to my front door.

No falls, no scrapes, inside once more.

 

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