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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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Assythment

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.

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Linda Alice Fowler December 4, 2023 at 7:26 AM By mentioning this Svvie, you give voice to others who struggle. A voice for compassion, understanding, and perseverance. Thank you for bringing this debilitating issue to fore my friend. :) Speaks Volumes December 6, 2023 at 8:16 AM I never talk about it to those that don't see it LAF, as I come across as quite "normal" to people online and I like it that way. One gets used to the physical affliction, but when things get bad its the mental approach that is so bewildering. Thoughts flash that are so unlike the usual thoughts, and that's what I tried to explain. I am a pretty upbeat person most of the time, but as you see by my poem, - not always. Thanks for your comment Hugs from Wen

Sotto Poet December 2, 2023 at 1:19 PM SV, You've created a very intelligent and powerful verse. So heartbreaking. The poetry aided in comprehending this ailment. I wish you the best of luck. Speaks Volumes December 2, 2023 at 1:32 PM Hey you ! Rest that hand ! (luck has already been spent, but its only a small part of my otherwise wonderful life). Wen

Hilda Greenhough December 2, 2023 at 12:05 PM So sad. The poem was helpful in understanding this affliction. I wish you well. Speaks Volumes December 2, 2023 at 12:27 PM This is a once only Hilda, I will never write about it again, but it struck me that its not just your body that is afflicted with many illnesses, its a mind thing also, and that never really is talked about. Mine was self inflicted with smoking so lets hope young ones heed the warnings and don't smoke. This is one illness that can be eradicated. Thank you for your thoughtful comment, its appreciated.