Terra Firma

When both my feet don’t touch the ground Lightheadedness proves overwhelming Turbulent thoughts going while coming They swirl about me round and round Cloaked in black a moonless night The howling dreadful spiteful wind prevails Spellbound drags me over hills and vales Like a ragdoll in the midst of a bullfight Trails of lingering spirit ghouls Hover over murky haze of mistiness Harassing in dark gloomy cloudiness Wrangling reaping mangled souls Blurry visions twirl above Creating mayhem in their path Unleashing bold raging wrath Till afar I think I see a dove Fearing I’ll break into a coma I force myself to get a grip Catch my breath with every dip Holding out for familiar terra firma AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by EMILE PINET