My Broken Heart – a poem about……….

I’m left recumbent on a hospital bed
wired to machines that blink and whir incessantly
recording the irregular patterns made by my heart
which is now battling against new levels of panic.

I’m trapped inside a brightly illuminated room
nauseated by its antiseptic aroma
unsettled further as the cannula enters a vein
its unwelcome sting forces another palpitation.

Doctors confirm emergency treatment is required
to repair my damaged heart
a shock to the system quite literally
as electricity, jolts to restore its natural rhythm.

My Angel remains with me throughout
her eyes whilst tinged with fear, are strong and filled with love
she had already saved my broken heart
when we did first, become as one.

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