Chagrin

By: Chloe Low

I feel like an alien in my own world
 Am I getting warmer or am I just cold
 I don’t know if I’m on the top or the bottom Above or below, down or under 
A plus-one at a party before slumber 
Perhaps I’m floating on a cloud 
Whilst trying to find the right sound I’m not holding onto anything 
Besides my dignity and a fresh-pressed suit And last wishes deploying like parachutes 
My content turned to chagrin 
The world spins round again 
Was this the modern man 
Free falling as water drip drip drips Looking upon the waning eclipse

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