After!
It struck like a hand I could not see,
clamping hard beneath the ribs—
a sudden winter in the chest, just me
driving out every steady thought.
The world shrank to a pin-point breath,
a taut drawn thread so thin
and time slowed, widened, and visions breadth
became a tunnel of dark unknowing
Then sound and vision returned,
release from dark but not relief.
Only the trembling aftermath,
my mind echoing what might have been.
I sat in the quiet that followed,
heart knocking like a late visitor,
air returning in hesitant sips.
Even the room seemed changed,
holding its breath with me.
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Author:
Brian Taylor (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was hit by a severe Angima attack this week. Paramedics rushed me to hospital but everything was a blur. This poem is an attempt to express the chaos of a confusing and fearful 10 hours.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This poem is a terrifying image of coming close to death and feeling it as it comes on. Vivid and well imaged in good rhyme and meter it tells its tale. It seems if I remember a revision of a previous poem I read some days ago. Well done
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