012409c Certain Death Poem by Manonton Dalan

puzzle hangs over my head
my breath won’t end with
metals lodge in my heart
nor rapid oxidation that
will tear me into pieces
nor gas that deprives me
of oxygen, hardened lungs

already deep inside me
dormant ready to strike
when i’m not aware
seed flows in red line
has life of its own
if i can move all my cells
like i can move my fingers
i would be free; free to breath

nature’s design i’m hopeless
but i keep the fight, i starve
to carry less weight, i move
to delay killer already inside
top it off i refrain from stress
that will take me off guard
certain death like anybody else