After weeping and wailing,
Thrashing about in utter pain,
I drop to the cold hardwood floor.
My head weighs a thousand pounds.
It spins in spirals like a top
And pounds like a drum.
I swing it slightly back.
Tears trickle down my face one at a time
Leaving tracks on my cheeks.
My bloodshot eyes squint,
Covered by a hazy fog,
Fixed on the blurry chestnut floor.
My heart powers down to a quiet, sluggish thumping.
I open my mouth to breath it out-
The sadness, the anxiety.
But this short period of calmness is not a victory,
It is worse than the sobs,
And screams,
And loss of breath.
Emptiness follows, as a piece of me escapes
With every breath
From my weary body.
Everything has left me,
And I am nothing.
I wrap myself in my own arms and bend my legs in
Trying to hold on to something,
Anything.