Here I sit at home alone,
With only my computer and my telephone.
I can not work because I can not walk a straight line,
I feel like I just drank 40 gallons of homemade Kentucky wine.
I am off balance as well as extremely dizzy too,
not being able to work really makes me feel blue.
This is just not me this just sitting around,
listening to all this silence and the outdoor sounds.
I've been off work for well over 3 weeks,
and with a cat-scan the Dr says they want a peek.
To see what has been going on up inside my head,
Because of family past history this I really do dread.
I want to just tell them " Doc.. there is nothing in there...",
"just alot of empty space.. and a whole alot of air".
But I will get through this all some how some way,
and I will return to being my self real soon I do pray.
All this was just written as I sit here and ponder,
wondering .. wondering what going on in my head up yonder...
Author notes
I wrote this poem when I was out of work sick a few years ago I had a severe inner ear infection and it was causing me to be all off balance.I felt like a pinball in a pinball machine bouncing all over the place from wall to wall. People said when they seen me trying to walk it looked like I was drunk and told me to cut back on drinkin so much of the homemade stuff. I got home andas I sat there thinking about the cat scan it all flowed out onto paper
Well what do ya think
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this was fresh and original. I can't say i have actually read anything like it!
thank you for sharing it. I enjoyed reading...peace and light always in ALL ways...kp
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Poet
Though written with wit there is also a hint of concern & that is understandable. but hang in there not all doctors know all. Perhaps a little wine would not hurt. Hang tough.
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