Assythment

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When in the throws of desperation, afflicted with being unable to breathe, struggling for the smallest breath to keep alive, strange thoughts come to mind. What terrible crime must have been committed in a past life to be assigned a life of such suffering? Would not death be a kinder way out? These are the thoughts that invade the mind when lungs fail to perform. I have never documented the way I sometimes feel , another such feeling last night decided me its time I did. This is the last time I will ever mention it again, so I decided to post it.

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Accused of wrong doing, recompense was demanded. Inflicting retributive punishment is what I was handed. Relentless struggle to take in air, my voice so rasp. Agonizing, laborious striving to inhale, I gasp. Monotonous effort, to force my body to breathe. All energy spent, a body not worthy of life, I seethe. Too weak to continue, as hopeless as it seems, To end this misery, was only in my dreams, A calm settled as images of my bygone years showed. The irony of death giving me life was blissfully bestowed. All pain diminished, as visions of heaven came to me. Peace beyond dreaming on my journey to the cemetery.