A Stroke

I thought I had a stroke,
No joke.
Even smelled burnt toast,
Of course!
My right eye or left,
Not sure which
But it sure had something
Like a twitch.
My chest felt tight,
Wasn’t right
I thought I was dead,
In my head.
My blood pressure was high
To the sky
And I could see my demise
In my eyes,
But then I was saved!
A close shave!
If the truth be told,
I was just cold.

The Author.

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