by Jon Coe

Created on: July 03, 2008

Thumping, bumping, in, this chest
tightening, frightening, god, knows best
Pressure, building, up, in this brain
help me, help me, there is so much pain

Stumbling, mumbling, across this floor
left arm, constricted, chest is sore
Pounding, floundering, to the phone
blue lips, quivering, starting to moan

Distant, drum beat, through this life
took for granted, like an ever sharpened knife
Now this engine, neglectfully oiled
has me in a quandary, this future is soiled

Sirens, medics, coming to my door
I lay here, on the floor, feeling extremely unsure
But as the stretcher, beckons, reckons, to me
another light, not blue, I am able to see

Raised up, slid in, the ambulance rear
voices, feelings, I am starting to hear
My life, passing, two skips, and a hop
suddenly, BOOM! This is where I STOP...........................................

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