Each Day I Die Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Each day I die
a thousand deaths
Caused by the stents
placed in my chest

I picture the sight
here in my mind
My cold body
waiting for someone to find

Where will I fall?
There are so many places
In the car, at home or work
maybe in some open spaces

Will I be able to call out for help?
Yell to some unknown passerby
'Hey, call 911,
Tell them I might just die'

I think of the bottle of nitro
here in my pocket
If I take more than one
will my heart blow up like a rocket?

Don't know how to shake
this constant dread
Thoughts of imminent death
stuck here in my head