Disaster

I should be brave
but the alarms
stop sounding
and my knees
stop supporting,
muscles unravel,
they no longer
carry this weight.
These thoughts are not helium,
but Zeppelins
with thousands of passengers
stomping their feet
causing plane-quakes
and three-hundred foot drops.
a propeller chops us up
at the diaphragm.
Your hug is not welcome here.

p/s: Has the reign of the tyrant really ended?