Another fall

Lights start twirling
I am falling down
My hands an unlikely shield
Against the approaching ground

I open my eyes
To the incongruous tune
Of a drizzle of words
The radio’s still on

No memories at all
Just a violet bruise
Awakening the consciousness
Of the weak sheath I’m in

I need to lie here for a while
There’s no reason to whine
I will pick myself up, on my own
This burden is mine

I don’t expect you worrying
Or you looking me up
You can’t, fair enough
And I guess I’ll be fine.