poetry, writing

Swaying Ground

The floor still rocks back and forth.

Yet, it is truly solid ground, there is no sway.

It has been days since the last clackity-clack.

The head is light, but the motion didn’t hit,

Until the earth stood still, and I stood upon it.

What is this odd sensation, why does it come?

And when will it finally leave?

Slumber is the only comfort, where I am free.

Hopefully it finally stills tomorrow….

Clackity-clack, sway away.

Sleep, save another day.

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