Chest Trauma

A cycle of poems «Traumatology»

In the depths of night, a fateful blow,
Chest compressed, air ceases to flow.
Bones shattered, ribs broken wide,
A symphony of pain, a body's pride.

Chest trauma, a battle within,
Breathing labored, the struggle to win.
Airways blocked, lungs gasping for breath,
Time slipping away, a race against death.

Bruised and mangled, the tissue torn,
Blood seeping from wounds, a life forlorn.
Pleurisy strikes, a painful embrace,
Fluid filling the chest, choking space.

AED in hand, a desperate plea,
Electricity surges, hoping to free.
Intubation's touch, a lifeline found,
Connecting to hope, on sacred ground.

Chest trauma, a battle within,
Breathing labored, the struggle to win.
Airways blocked, lungs gasping for breath,
Time slipping away, a race against death.

Ribs sprung open, a window to view,
Damage assessed, repairs to pursue.
Chest tubes inserted, draining the fluid,
Relieving pressure, pain subdued.

Through tubes and wires, a fragile fight,
Monitoring vital signs, day and night.
With every breath, a battle won,
Chest trauma's grip, slowly undone.