damn this
restlessness,
leaving me to walk with
an uncompromising swing down
uneven steps and
stare with glassy eyes up
at dark-stained,
chipped fingers,
looking for eternity
under every rock
and left amazed by its transience,
the catch
in my throat keeping
me from completing a
single
breath.
the tenth muse 
enjoyed this – very well said
Outstanding.
the words and form portray well the sentiment
I like the progression of the lines here. Reading the poem, I am reminded of instances where I’ve been struck by vertigo.