ICD
A startling bolt, a jolting quake,
In the stillness of night, a thunderous wake,
A surge of power, like lightning's sweet kiss,
In this moment of cardiac abyss.
Excruciating, to halt the imminent arrest,
A powerful jolt in the fragile chest,
Pain and discomfort, they linger and stay,
As the ICD fights to keep danger at bay.
To restore the rhythm, to save without delay,
Distress is the price I have to pay.
I linger in this life with its electric grace,
Knowing the guardian's in its rightful place,
Restoring rhythm in times of despair,
With courage, it whispers, "An arrhythmia l will repair."
Maxwell O’REILLY
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