... Poem by atticus denny

I am falling apart.
I yearn for nothing more than to use my strong legs to push off the ground once more,
Growing faster with each step, my heart soars with my body.
I wish for nothing more than his.
With every step I take, a sudden crack, and pop is heard, as I make my way farther and farther down the road to a wheel chair.
There is nothing more torturesome than the act of staying still. The knowledge that my body is not free to do as it pleases anymore.
My conviction languishes, as does my body.
This machine is faulty.
It creaks, shakes, and fails.
With every agonizing step, its glowing eyes dim, now reduced to a pitiful flicker.
It pushes forward, leaving bits of mechanical sinue in its wake.
In a touching, but ultimately pointless display, it's mechanical limbs begin to lose their functionality one by one.
It crawls forward desperately, the sound of metal scraping against the unforgiving ground.
It's movements grow slower, more erratic, eventually reaching a tumultuous, grinding halt.
A sad sight of mechanical sinue is all that remains.