Pulmonary Hypertension Poem by Strydar Enox

Thumping sounds invade my mind,
I'm lost with no record of where to find.
The savage beats my mind retreats only to be thrown again.
A savage swipe on my upper right as the pain grows and grows.
One would think by this time one knows where this goes.
It leads to a dismal end where eventually your organs win.
Another Pin another beat this pain that's mounting is all but sweet.
A chilling snap, a curdling pop, My bones release the air.
All is stress all is pain and I'm still to lost to compare.
A sliver of pain, diverge what is sane and left with no side to take.
So take a whack at your chest to slack away from thumping pain.
A masochistic plot to relinquish a thought the predetermines the life.
Another bite to taste whats right and the horrors invading the mind.
What was lost and what was found is regardlessly profound.
A bloody tool is left to use to refract the injury within.
Only sin only sin shall my words keep me in.
A lost lie and more die as the plague still spreads forth.
A moment to break away what was left to stay and remind me what I found.
A scarred bit of leather pulsing a beat as blood spurts out down the street.
A stitching here a gash lining there. Who's to say love is ever fair.
A sadistic reality remixes the tragedy that was brought on by a word of mind.
Time to find time to find if my heart is alive a pulmonary beat with a hypertension release.
And a pause from my moment of life. Live with no regrets learn with no consents.
Don't censor your mind of the life that you find. Just love and die in this dismal world Or else you'll be forgot.