Obscurity

On a carnival ride,

twirling, twirling.

Images obscured,

objects tilted, yet upright.

Tumbling down cliffs.

Pain.

Out of body, no torso.

Close my eyes,

stomach lurching.

Open up to darkness,

lungs burning.

Swim to my front door,

water spilling in.

I am at home,

the feelings remain.

Twirling, twirling,

stomach lurching,

can’t stop.

Nothing seems logical,

nothing to hold.

Everything slips away,

floats in a hot air balloon,

over the cliffs,

away to better places,

leaving me twirling.