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.