When The Heart Stops

It starts as something huge,

leaving the body breathless

the heart stops for a moment.

Lack of oxygen drowning out all sight,

each individual muscle screams to take another breath

to bring them the drug that feeds their chemical dependency.

But it's not the lungs’ fault they can't breathe

they are simply waiting for their orders from the heart

two faithful soldiers waiting mindlessly.

Does life rest in those infinite moments?

Do you remain intoxicated,

appeasing your muscles’ pleading messages?

You're expected to feed your addiction:

Every cell waiting for the next mind numbing breath,

each intake suppressing thoughts about when the moment too much.

A moment larger than the thoughts of your heart,

the blood in your brain,

or the will of your lungs.

Do not think of that in this insignificant moment.

It's not your fault or your time,

and then you gasp.