I call these the 'floaty days',
because they feel lighter than air, these
days,
they feel uncomfortable and uneasing,
these heavy floaty days.
Sometimes, these floaty days become
floaty weeks, which become
floaty months,
and, without realisation, I've floated through seasons;
Other times, these floaty days
are more like floaty hours,
or even just floaty minutes -
Regardless, these floaty days
are not days I endure with minimal effort and distress,
as the denomination of 'floaty' may suggest;
Rather, these floaty days,
they weigh me down with
their floaty ways - like a balloon
lacking helium, I sink - into a
floaty daze, and
I think
I may be stuck,
I fear
I may be stuck,
floating.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
