Crise Cardiaque

One slipped without a groan,
sensed, stumbling, scorching chill
shiver deep within,
sharp stab burst brittle bone.
Heart vain saw fear vein fill.
Silence mid midday din –
the sirens – all alone –
stifled, oppressing shrill.
The city seemed to spin
as top without a tone
topsy-turvy struck will,
figure of eight fate. Chin
struck pavement grave, meant moan
but, stifled, knew no ill.
infinity with din
Met meteorite, turned stone,
clogged artery foot bill,
no time repentance, sin.
Sepia-dyed monochrome.
Another soul, culled in,
sighed once, forever still,
soul raced to space unknown...

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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