The furniture gallops towards my legs
And I reach out to grab anything to hold. 
The pride is on me once I thud the ground. 
I manage to rise again, reaching out
My hands as desperate eyes, feeling. 
The stairs like hyenas are next, 
Ready to finish me off, they jujitsu-
MMA-grip toss me to the ground, even harder. 

I rise again, more in pain, seething with anger. 
God's punishing me for not switching on the lights!? 
I guess, I'll just switch on  on my traverse back: 
The stairs and the furniture like puppy
And lazy kitten, just sit still. My punishment's past. 

(c) nyonglema