THE CRYSTAL'S IN MY EARS
Losing my balance, I realise,I live with a topsy turvy mind.
Where the crystals in my ears,
Keep me spinning all the time.
I was sent to the falls clinic,
To help my whirring brain.
It really works, Shifting Crystal's,
I fell down the stairs again.
With only one meal a day,
That's all I can manage to keep down.
My world is spinning out of control,
My minds keeps spinning around.
So instead I decided to write,
It's not only the tinnitus.
Or even the dementia,
That keeps me awake at night.
But the spinning of the stairs,
As I glance down them once again.
One thing I know for sure,
I'd be useless at musical chair's.
With all that running around,
My equilibrium is shot.
It's almost like being drunk,
I'd rather hug the ground.
The funny thing is you see,
It doesn't really effect me.
While I'm sitting down,
It's only while I'm laying, That
my world keeps spinning all around.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley

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Written on 2025-03-22 at 05:08




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