It's Coming Any Second

My head turns, and
I can take no more meds,
Missing Some Bricksstarting to lose me.
But turning again,
I can’t take any more days,
Where I continue to lose you.

The center will not hold,
an arc bending not cracking.
Such a swing of stasis
of balance and finess.
By matching ignorance to apathy
Held into dysfunctional bliss.

The change had to be coming
Silence and rage filled the cracks
Expanding and pushing apart the bricks
The mortar was sand and washed away
Leaving weakness in its placed.
A bridge of tired spans
that no longer cover the breach.

I fear the stumbling feet below me now,
the trip and fall that follow.
And what shall replace the balance,
When I look up from the trance?