Poem: Pulse

 Pulse

Sun above, streets alive, I walk,
Smile in place, yet cannot talk.
Crowds move past, unaware,
While panic rips me unaware.

Hands shake, tremble, fingers numb,
Heart hammers—beat, beat, drum.
Vision blurs, the world tilts wrong,
Pulse falling, lungs gasp strong.

I clutch my chest, choke for air,
No one sees, no one’s there.
I want to speak, to beg, to cry,
But words die, my voice runs dry.

Racing heart—like it will explode,
Breath stolen down this narrow road.
Every step a frantic race,
Trapped in this relentless space.

I die inside, unseen, unheard,
Each thought a jagged, breaking word.
The world moves on, so bright, so free,
While I am drowning silently.

Hands shake, knees bend, vision fades,
Life compressed in cruel charades.
I am pieces, splintered, torn,
Alone, outside, in panic born.

Tick—tick—tick—time splits apart,
Shards of calm cannot restart.
Air is fire, chest a cage,
I live this storm on every stage.

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By:

Wirda Siddique