Gravity's Indifference

It never happened for a minute

Chains of remade memories

Collect the better half of me

To present me to reality

Sticking my sick and sorry face in it

Discomposure in a place of comfort

Skin at unease, stomach encumbered

Eyes far and unaware, remembered

Stare down the loud sun's dawning notion

Stagnant and the lead impedes

Slow and steady, weight recedes

Finding parts of me I need

To set the sudden day in motion

I need to set the day in motion

Author's Note

All feedback welcome. This poem is an old one of mine I found that I still like enough to post. A rarity indeed.

Reviews

[willweb]

Regardless of who we are, what we think, what we look like, we will find ourselves presented to a new day every 24 hours. Best to put our better foot forward, losing a step is not in the cards because that clock still ticks and that new day is on its way. Nice one. This is how I interpreted it.

[schlanks]

Thank you for engaging with the writing and sharing your thoughts. I love seeing different interpretations.

[June bug]

Discomposure in a place of comfort
Skin at unease, stomach encumbered
Eyes far and unaware, remembered

I really like part, this is really intriguing.

[schlanks]

Thank you June!

[Andrew John]

Oh, what we have to do to set a day going. I sometimes wonder if a new one will begin! Nice feel here, Schlanks.

[schlanks]

Thank you!