Each day I die
a thousand deaths
Caused by the stents
placed in my chest
I picture the sight
here in my mind
My cold body
waiting for someone to find
Where will I fall?
There are so many places
In the car, at home or work
maybe in some open spaces
Will I be able to call out for help?
Yell to some unknown passerby
'Hey, call 911,
Tell them I might just die'
I think of the bottle of nitro
here in my pocket
If I take more than one
will my heart blow up like a rocket?
Don't know how to shake
this constant dread
Thoughts of imminent death
stuck here in my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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