Continual Concentric Circles

Poetry 1 Minute

I can’t find my footing
The ground underneath me is
Slipping, moving around, No solid ground
Other than a constant thought in my head
Telling me that I can’t
Find my footing

Ground Underneath
Slipping Moving
No solid ground
Constant thought in my head
Telling me I can’t

Find footing
Ground
Slipping
Moving
No 
A thought
Telling me
I can’t
I can’t.

Written November 18 2018

Published by winterburnett

Published

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