Spiralling Poem by Bianca Free

It isn't a constant downward spiral

Nothing is ever so simple

It more so starts out left

and makes a sharp right

Then flies over a bump,

is slightly suspended

But eventually feels the force of gravity

and falls through a couple of cracks

but is caught by a protrusion,

a fairly weak protrusion that breaks

and it is then again freefalling

sometimes slow

other times, speedily

until it somehow manages to find its footing again

and the process sort of just repeats itself

After years of repetition,

it may simply spiral into oblivion

but for the time being

things just aren't that simple