In chambers where rhythm should entwine,
A silent rift disrupts the line.
The atria whisper their fleeting call,
But ventricles echo, slow and small.
Electric paths, once strong and clear,
Now falter, frayed, their course austere.
Signals lost in the cardiac maze,
A pulsing dance in disarray.
The sinoatrial node’s command,
Fails to reach its destined land.
The ventricles, with their own refrain,
Beat to a cadence dark and plain.
Atrial surges swift and bright,
But ventricles dim in the shadowed night.
Two rhythms clash in a discorded stream,
A fractured flow, a splintered dream.
Ischemia writes its painful script,
Fibrosis seals the lines once zipped.
Infection whispers with quiet dread,
While drugs may forge this path instead.
Dizziness sways the fragile form,
Fainting warns of the brewing storm.
Breathless gasps in a chest confined,
A heart untethered, maligned, resigned.
An ECG spells the tale so grim,
P waves and QRS starkly dim.
No bridge to bind the upper and lower,
The heart’s own language grows yet slower.
A pacemaker, the beacon’s light,
Guides the rhythm back to flight.
Through wires of hope, a circuit anew,
The heart reclaims its steady view.
Oh, fractured heart, your plea is stark,
A desperate call from a fading spark.
Yet science lends its healing hand,
To reunite your disbanded band.
