Heart

My heart hammering as a caged bird

Head reeling and vision blurred

Mist clouding my senses as though entranced

Earth shook under my feet and danced

My breath short and my lungs burned

Feelings of Doom flooded me and returned

My mind ablaze with memories and pain

I emptied the needle into my tired vein

Eyes holding flames shine galore

That burned my soul to the very core

I gasped; my breath caught in my throat

My voice husky with a bereaved note

A prisoner in a wheel that grinds my bone

In a tumultuous wind my heart was blown

Alone among hundreds of weary souls

To suffer, to die or reach my goal

My life ends, all life joys and unbearable pain

Has this tortured journey just been in vain?

Max O’Reilly