Poem - 06 August 2019, 07:44

OFF KILTER

Today the world is tilted
Off kilter
Slightly wrong
I think, maybe, my head will burst
Just waiting for the storm

I cannot play my music
Sleep or read a book
I find no hope or comfort
In my favourite garden nook

The house is wrong
The world is black
The air is sad
Im going mad

I'm angry and I'm tearful
So what then is the cause
And is there any remedy
Some bandage, pills or gauze

I roam from here
To there to here
I chase myself around
I cannot rid this anxious fear
I float just off the ground

Food is unappealing
Excercise a no
I do not want to be here
I do not want to go

I'm stranded in this
Nowhere day
Feeling things
No words can say

Ungrateful me
That cannot find
Some happiness
Some peace of mind
But terror whispers in my brain
The storm is me
I am the rain

Overwhelmed and useless
I beg and cry and shout
Save me
From my tilted world
I scream to be let out.
Marion Price ( 2019)

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