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Pulmonary Embolism

A poem about a brush with death

By Roxy WolfPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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The world is dark, shaking

my vision is wavering

I cannot breathe

my chest won’t expand

I cannot breathe

I taste copper

I am shaken

I cannot breathe

I tune in and out of my surroundings

I try and fail to stay focused

The world is black, shaking

I am shutting down

I cannot breathe

I am not going to make it

my legs will not carry me

The cement is cool against my hot skin

I am okay here

I’ll just stay here

I cannot breathe

The hospital lights are bright

I try and I fail to stay focused

I’m in a bed

A machine breathes for me

I still cannot breathe

I think this is goodbye

I think this is where I die

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Roxy Wolf

Hello! My pen-name for this is Roxy Wolf. Not using my real name due to personal reasons. One day that may change. This is part of my journey to healing & learning to use my voice. I hope this helps others know they're not alone.

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