Numbers That Speak

The nurse speaks softly, numbers fall like lead,

each digit a whisper, a truth left unsaid.

In the sterile room, I breathe in the weight,

a pulse that thrums, a ticking of fate.

Stress swells within, like a storm on the rise,

these readings reveal what I often disguise.

With every tick, the truth lays bare,

a heart's silent struggle, my burden to bear.