My
heart's beating like a base drum
and
my arm went suddenly numb
am
I having a heart attack
the
world's spinning, all's turning black
while
trying to calm down I start over heating
I
know something is wrong by how my heart's beating
The
blood's pumping throughout my veins
my
body feels weighed down with chains
trepidation
cause teary eyes
no
knife, I'll have to improvise
with
a piece of broken glass I'll slow that thumping
slit
my wrist and from my body the blood's pumping
Covered
in red, pressure did stop
feeling
drained on the floor I drop
there
was a funny sense of calm
the
blood stained glass still in my palm
knowing
that it wouldn't be long before I'm dead
taking
one last breath they'll find me covered in red
Wrapped Refrain Poem
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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