Invisible Grudges Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Invisible grudges wear on the psyche,
Causing the mind to spin,
Inadvertently manufacturing one's own despair out of thin air
Can't stop thinking about thinking,
So dizzy from trying to pay attention to all directions,
Wondering why what is earned or promised is given out reluctantly,
Maybe that is an ultimate grudge,
An intentional oversight,
Dooming one to near hits and close calls
Treated for metaphorical vertigo,
But the heights are alright,
But the head is too far behind now to matter