Eyes bloodshot.
Aorta blood clot.
Chest pain.
No gain.
Feeling sick.
Dry lips I lick.
Left arm sore.
Sweat does pour.
Heart unwell.
By the symptoms I can tell.
Ring emergency service.
Feeling scared and nervous.
Fall hard to the floor.
Medics breakdown my front door.
Heart shocked by a defibrillator.
Arrive on operating table twenty minutes later.
Artery unblocked.
Family and friends shocked.
My guardian angel does appear.
No more I have that death fear.
Recuperating in a hospital bed.
Nurse I'm hungry when do I get fed.
Enough said.
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Comments1
That is close. What a day. I am so glad you feel hungry now.
A thrilling read.
Thanks for reading.
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