Flailing

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I can’t seem to focus
I think my alcohol is broken
The words I form aren’t listening
To what my brain is saying.

The left side is more painful
The rest are on the right
I’m somewhere in the middle
Of what might be an affliction.

I hope it’s only temporary
My lachrymose horizon
Up higher there’s a better view
But I’m coddling the floor.

I could still be upright
Flailing in thin air
But I’ve landed somewhere comforting
Somebody said my name.

Can you hear me they are asking
I don’t know the face
I don’t know where I am right now
My feet are still beneath me.

The old fixes are broken
I’ll need a friend or something
That’s one thing I’m convinced of
I’m probably still smiling.