The space around me trembles
My mind is not still
Quivering objects taunt me
Threaten my reality
Keeping eyes closed
Keeps life still
Gazing down toward
The ground
Assures my logic
I am okay
Looking up
The quivering of nothing
Rattles my head
Keep still I scream!
Stop it!
Chairs don’t dance!
Lamps don’t jump!
My cup does not glide and slide
And shiver when filled!
The space around me quivers
My mind grabs and clings
To what is supposed to be
Not this shivering mess
That surrounds me
(All stories/poems blogged/written/published by Maryanne Mesplé/Mesple are my property and protected under copyright laws. No part may be used or reproduced in anyway without my permission ~ Maryanne Mesplé)
