In a weary heart, where the pulse beats slow, A silent struggle deep within does grow. Once vibrant and strong, now fragile and frail, The rhythm of life begins to derail.
With every breath, a battle to sustain, Aching lungs and limbs, enduring pain. No longer can the body bear its load, A heavy burden on this endless road.
Medications line the bedside, all in vain, As symptoms rise, relentless in their reign. A simple task becomes a mountain steep, While loved ones watch, their eyes begin to weep.
Hospital lights flicker, pale and cold, A tale of resilience silently told. Machines beep softly in the midnight gloom, A life held captive in this sterile room.
Ejection fraction low, the heart’s defeat, A steady rhythm lost, an uneven beat. Devices hum, and wires intertwine, In hopes to mend what once was divine.
But time ticks on, the end draws near, Palliative whispers soothe the fear. For some, a transplant is the final key, While others face their mortality.
Yet, in this struggle, courage stands tall, A testament to the will of us all. For in the face of advanced heart’s woe, The spirit fights on, refusing to let go.
