Every day I am ambushed by gravity
the essence of me crunched like cereal
in a bowl.
I own time or, more likely, it owns me
drowning me in minutes that last light
Broken electrical circuits signal me alive
moving with a lethargic crawl that has
Pain replaces all of the bits that were me
so, invisibly, I hide in the shell remains of the
Mind and memory combine to confuse breathing
with living, and living with not yet dying.
poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2014