Vertigo

I feel trapped, covered in dust.
For too long now I have squandered what
Little talent has been given me on this earth.

I have a skill for appreciation,
Not for innovation.

None the less something compels me
To tell stories.
Pass the words I can muster onto
People who maybe will not listen.

For all life seems to be is a series of
Repetitive events relayed
To people who couldn’t care but will
Act otherwise.

Around we go as we die
Of vertigo