Poem 20: Miserable Sights

This is from October 2017

Miserable Sights: 

 

I was lying in mud, but I didn't know why, 

My vision was funny and the ground was uncomfortable, 

But for some reason, I had seen my surroundings move, 

And I was in discomfort. I had remembered,

I had twenty cans of beer. 

What I was seeing, was starting to spin. 

The mud I was sitting in, now turned to stone, 

Now the jeans I was wearing turned from muddy and wet,

To blue and dry, 

The ground was hard as a bone. 

It was now time for me to stand. 

 

I discovered my surroundings, were bland. 

My surroundings had a lack of colour. 

As I was spending more time in this land, 

I didn't like it one bit and unfortunately, 

Everything was getting duller.