They Stabbed It Deep Into My Heart
They Stabbed It Deep Into My Heart is a poem based an actual experience.
I was living in a small Vancouver apartment near downtown at the time of the incident.
I was having certain problems which may have been the reason for the terrible situation. It was not a very good time in my life.
I remember thinking that my life did not mean that much at that point. Knowing I could consume much alcohol very quickly gave me that possibility. I somehow stumbled down a few flights of stairs and into the street which saved me. There would not have been anyone around me in the building to help if I had remained.
I managed to finish two bottles of forty percent alcohol like water. One was forty ounces and the other was twenty-six. Not sure what they were exactly, but I believe one was vodka and the other whiskey. I know there was a third bottle but can’t remember the details about that.
The ‘They Stabbed It Deep Into My Heart’ animation was designed for the poem but the frames were merged to a single static image.
This poem probably best fits the category of non-fiction poetry since it was an actual event.
They Stabbed It Deep Into My Heart – Poem
Was hard to walk but still I tried
I stumbled out into the street
No one was there when I first died
My heart was cold and had no beat
Soon medical assistance came
They said they felt there was no hope
I was the only one to blame
much sadness made it hard to cope
Adrenaline they had to use
They stabbed it deep into my heart
I did not have much more to lose
My world had fallen all apart
They brought me back but were surprised
and did not think I would pull through
A miracle they emphasized
The poison was too much for two.
END OF POEM
Thoughts About The Incident
I was confronted by two large doctors after regaining consciousness. One of them explained that I had enough alcohol in my system to kill two people their size and one other person.
They said that there did not seem to be any hope when I did not respond for a long time. They were very close to giving up resuscitation efforts. Pumping adrenaline directly into my heart finally revived me.
I declined to stay for observation but accepted a new pair of jeans and shirt they had for me along with a few pills, bus fare to get home and a few dollars out of their own pockets.
Feeling fine, I headed to the bus stop in a hurry to get home. I remember wondering if there was anything left at home to drink.
I do not remember if I had anything to drink when I got home.
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