This poem was about when they put a Pacemaker/Defib in my chest pretransplant. That small machine scared me so much it was almost all I could think of.
Defibrillate
Defibrillate I'm floating on, a sea of quiet.
Suddenly I am in, a chaotic riot!
Now drifting back, into sweet quiet.
Doctor said, "I need some help here,"
Then I hear, "everyone stand clear!"
Silently I yell, "I'm here, I'm here!"
My silent world erupts again,
Fireworks exploding, in my brain.
I feel as though, I will go insane.
What did they say, full arrest?
Who is pounding on my chest?
They carry out their noble quest.
Erupts anew, an enormous roar!
OH, PLEASE STOP, I implore!
I can not take it any more!
Once more I feel the lightning!
The thunderclap is deafening!
The intense pain is worsening!
I fall to earth, I pray it's through.
I dreamed I died and live anew.
The calmness I feel is overdue.
Now, safe and warm in my womb.
She says I am in the recovery room.
Dreams of the storms forever loom.
Copyright © 2008 Bob Taylor
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