225 Over 122

November 30th, three in the morning.

Chest tight, left side burning, no

warning.

Pulled to the shoulder, did everything

right.

Hazard zone, called nine one one,

fighting for my life.

Did everything right, still got done

wrong.

Waiting on the shoulder, wondering how

long.

Headlights approaching, thought it was saved,

but the bad showed up before

the medical parade.

Two twenty-five over one hun twenty-two,

I'm in crisis.

They ignored the vitals, couldn't recognize

it.

Called for help, but they made

me nauseous.

But they made me a case,

investigated me while my heart raced.

GCS fifteen, I'm fully aware, but

they treated me like I wasn't

even there.

Five hours waiting while they ran

their games.

I just wanted to live, they

just wanted to blame.