Poem of the day 18: Spun

I wrote this October 1998 during one of the rough periods of my life. As I stated in the video, I have never done anything to get me to that state of mind; it was just the words that flowed from the emotions of learning some bad news. Please remember to subscribe to my youtube channel, comment, and thumbs up if you enjoyed what you have read and heard.

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Spun
I am spun out of my mind,
that the time seems to just pass on by.
I sit here and shake, and then go numb.
By now, I know that I am spun.

My hands are sweaty; my knees are weak.
It’s so bad, I can hardly speak.
My mouth gets so dry
that I can’t hardly say goodbye.
I can’t eat and can’t sleep;
Yes, I’ve tried counting sheep.
I’ve been up for 3 days now,
And all I am doing is wandering around in a daze.

As my heart starts to beat faster and faster,
my head starts to spin.
Now the adrenaline rush starts to begin.
I put all my worries off to the side,
So I can kick back and enjoy the ride.
But, when it’s all over and done,
I’m gonna wish to God, that I was still spun.