I’m hanging on this chair.
Not just sitting
but actually hanging.

The room’s spinning around like gravity
has been pulled this way and that.
Like someone’s pulling me
this way and that.
My arms and legs.

I’m hanging onto this chair,
onto this table,
onto this floor,
onto this life.

When I finally realised I couldn’t hold on anymore
I realised I didn’t have to.
I fell to the floor so hard.


10 thoughts on “Ugh.

  1. Before I even saw the tags for this poem I thought, release but then I thought about overstaying your welcome at a happy hour.
    Your words fit together nicely.
    I’ll be back again after a few hundred winks…
    Thanks for the visit today.

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