"bumps and thoughts and hereafters"

The air feels heavy on me.
Gravity wouldn't settle for force,
no, he wanted more,
and he pushes, he shoves,
a strength that pulls me down,
that shakes me sideways.
The room lurches
and with it, my sight, my core;
I beg to stand, to breathe,
to see straight,
I blink tears away,
I push the liquid back down,
but the room lurches again.
So heavy on me,
I sway,
a throbbing above me
and no control;
I've forgotten which way
to lay my head.