Poem: Tripped

Tripped

I stepped on the stair,
but then it wasn't there.
I was suddenly sailing through the air,
and no one seemed to care.

With a hard whack,
I landed on my back.
I couldn't breathe I couldn't move,
But everyone at the party just continued to groove.


I moan and I groan,
My back had been thrown.
Someone finally sees me,
and they laugh loudly with glee.

I pick myself up off the floor,
and slowly limp toward the door.
I need to go home; away from this place,
I can't let anyone see my reddening face.