At first, the heart beats a gentle song,
Yet soon, the rhythm feels all wrong.
For when the pressure starts to wane,
Life’s pulse ebbs like a fleeting flame.
Moreover, dizziness clouds the sight,
A mist of weakness dims the light.
As standing tall becomes a plight,
And faintness drags the spirit tight.
Furthermore, meals can steal the zest,
Postprandial dips may leave unrest.
Thus, the balance falters still,
A fragile thread that tests the will.
For example, when blood volume’s lost,
Or dehydration exacts its cost,
Then the body’s flow turns weak,
Vital streams grow thin and bleak.
Meanwhile, the heart may miss its pace,
An errant rhythm sets the race.
Additionally, glands may falter too,
Their signals faint, their purpose skewed.
Yet, the symptoms offer their own guide,
A blurred vision, a woozy tide.
Still, nausea lingers, shallow breath,
Warning signs of impending death.
Therefore, seek aid without delay,
Should icy skin steal warmth away.
Indeed, confusion paints the scene,
A cry for help in shades unseen.
Although the pressure measures low,
Hope remains in care we show.
Through mindful steps, the tide may turn,
And steady strength again be earned.
