Whirling Force Poem by Nicole Gehrman

Spinning, spinning…
Everything is moving too fast.
People, my friends, my family,
All becoming just one blur.
Spinning, spinning…
Crying out in agony.
Can’t seem to find a firm grip on reality.
My imagination spiraling out of control.
Spinning, spinning…
Whirling colors going by.
Faint laughter, pointing fingers.
Accusing eyes, losing strength.
Falling, falling…
On the ground, people staring down at me.
Contorting images, forming shapes.
Mind not strong enough, can’t process it.
Falling, falling…
What’s happening?
Eyes blurring at the edges.
Eyes so brown filled with deep longing and sadness.
Falling, falling…
Blackness envelops me.
Last thing I saw as my eyes stare up unblinking at the moonlight sky,
Was you crying as you hold me in your arms wanting to be wherever I am.