Heart Attack
I wait for that pain in my arm,
clutching my chest in a state of alarm
bowling me over and turning me blue,
causing me permanent harm.
I'm sure it will happen one day
Regardless of what they might say,
I know my genetics are letting me down
when am I going to pay?
The waiting is making it worse
it preys on my mind like a Romany curse
making me wonder how long I can go
Wondering how will I know.
Copyright © John Wilkinson | Year Posted 2015
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