Tilt
Spinning in circles.
I get so dizzy.
The world whirling by
a dazzling show of lights
sound and color.
But now I spin to fast.
Makes my head feel funny.
Faster Faster.
Lights sound and color,
too blurry and harsh
harassing my senses.
Break out of
the wicked spinning.
Lay back on the ground
Close your eyes
and feel the earth
Tilt.
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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