Spinning

It’s spinning me in circles.

Up and down,

Side to side,

Inside out,

Back to front,

It won’t stop.

It’s always going to be there.

Feels like it always has been.

I’m spinning and all I know is fear and loss,

And an overwhelming guilt

That rips me to shreds.

I should’ve been there.

I should’ve done something more.

But all I could do was watch.

It won’t let go of me.

It’s pulling me down,

Drowning me.

Grasping at my throat

With thin tendrils of ice that

Threaten to cut off my air.

I’ve never suffered so.

I’ve never known this much pain

I don’t know if I can take it much longer

I’m falling.

I’m diseased.

My disease is my regret.

A/N: This 'poem' has no real purpose really. Just some random drabble-type thing that I came up with when I was bored. Hope you like! P