Vice. A poem.

stevestillstandingSeptember 13, 2020November 16, 2020Health, Poetry, WritingHealth, heart attack, Hope, Life, Mental Health, pain, poem, poet, Poetry, Writing

A tightness in my torso
In my arm and in my jaw
Unlike anything I’ve felt before

(Maybe indigestion, it’s a start)
Everything I know says fit
Healthy, young of heart

This dreaded feeling I confess
Grips me harder than the vice
Squeezing life from my chest

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5 thoughts on “Vice. A poem.”

Chel Owens says:

September 14, 2020 at 12:19 am

Maybe your sweater’s shrunk from a stay-home diet?

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  September 14, 2020 at 6:42 am
  
  Lol! There’s always another solution. Damn you shrunken sweater! Actually, I should say jumper. (Sweaters are called jumpers in Australia 😊)
  
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  1. Chel Owens says:
    
    September 14, 2020 at 7:59 am
    
    Shoot! I mean, oi!
    
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  2. stevestillstanding says:
    
    September 14, 2020 at 8:01 am
    
    Your Aussie accent is terrible lol 😂
    
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  3. Chel Owens says:
    
    September 14, 2020 at 8:01 am
    
    Yes, but my American’s spot on!
    
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