Still-Life Painting

Still-Life Painting
By Mariel Liza Matias-Raymundo

Things not moving,
Things unrelenting,
Things not mending,
I stood.
I posed.
The ceiling then moved, rocked.
I fell to the floor.
Bam, it sounds.
Pain, it feels.
Solitude, it says.
Hell, it seems.
I was angry, mad.
Why?
I am destroyed, devastated.
There?
I lay on the ground:
Stood upon
Knocked-off
I cried: no moan, no roar.
Only sobs,
So quiet
So restricted
So locked in the chest
Solely, I endure.
Grudgingly, I quarrel.
Fearfully, I fight.
Brevity, I cast.
Still:
I did not move.
I did not relent.
I did not mend.
I lay, unmoved.
I posed, untouched.