That sensation of falling sends you sprawling, head spinning cold sweat, floor met. Staggering , bouncing off the walls, walking down the hall. Shut your eyes hoping it subsides.

Sit up quick before you are sick, call out grab me quick I’m falling. Fullness in the ears this could last for years.

Empty shell living hell, no aura, no taste, no smell just the dizzy spells. I’ve felt like this on a night out but it was alcohol before.

Now, I’m sober liable to keel over. Then nausea and sick, ears not feeling so thick. Hearing damaged further ravaged. Oh how I wish the room would not turn, my stomach churns and with my lack of hearing I discern.

Published by Markey Mark Symmonds

Published writer of poetry and performance poet , writer of Flash Fiction

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