As I sit and, thinkI try not to blinkTears well up insideNever to be criedWaiting, wonderingMemories skippingSticking, spinning roundA film without soundI turn, spin, twist, twirl,I trip, fall, unfurlStand, stagger, crumbleUnbalanced stumbleCollapse, giving wayShow hidden decayThe festering pastBursts through at long lastOne eye looks warySees the dark scaryOne knows, looks awayNot captured todaySoon I find my eyesLook th...