Day 60 3/14/08 Down is up

I felt soured.
A pit rising,
gaining momentum with every second
and every breath.

Weakened by fear
and stunted by tears
my heart swelled
head pounded.
I was down.

So low
that down looked up
with fate most cruel slyly
laughing at me.

What a wicked day.
Unscrupulous.
Chintzy with kindness.

Winner took all
Not for the pain or regret,
sorrow, anger
or disappointment

Again so low
That down looked up.