HEART ATTACK

However silent once,
in adjustment harmoniously,
in full control you were,
of all your senses.
Yet aloud and louder still,
within me you are pounding.
Is this my heart, I wonder,
now completely astrayed,
and eager to be plucked.
Now seemingly attempting,
to beat a way out.
Out of my chest.
Out of this life.
And desperately, convincingly,
persuading me of its inertness,
this body rendering me,
motionless and empty.