Unstable

“Unstable”
What a word
What a way
To fall down three flights of stairs
And land on your feet

Never feel like
You need
Anything
Anyone
To be
There

Sit alone
In a room, dimly lit
And think
“This is the life;
I submit to no-one”

But when the wind
Comes whistling
Through the drafty doorways
And old windows
Do you shiver?

Sleep
A place where stability
No longer matters
The world
Disappears

Waking
To find yourself alone again
But not really
Ever
Alone

Today will be
A good day
Long and tiring
The worst yet
Until we rest again

Do you think
That you
Will ever be
Okay
Or at the very least
Better?

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