The Chair

So as I'm sitting here in this swirly office chair,
I'm thinking, "Should I post my old poems,
Or should I just continue writing all the new?",
Because to me they are my precious gems.

Spinning around so fast in this office chair,
Head is dizzy feeling light headed; definately,
I need to stop right now and breathe some air,
But I'll only stop for a minute or two very briefly.

Because after those two minuters are gone,
I don't have to move a muscle in my body,
And I'm already beginning to feel that way,
Everything I try to look at-figure out it's blurry.

I guess this is just the best that I can explain it,
It's hard, it's complicated and confusing,
I promise you this, I won't ever, ever quit,
No one can make me do it; I'm adding.

I'll forever and always be sitting in this office chair,
Because I need to be here for my girls; my sisters,
And leaving because of chaotic drama isn't fair,
At least to them; it'll cause life long blisters.

So in this chair I'll be if you all ever need me,
Spinning around, the dizziness I will compare,
To my life strife that no one else can really see,
I'll be there, I swear, to the members of PnQ I declare.