Asthma
Count 1, 2 or 3 failed breaths
Insatiable hunger in my chest
Breathe, struggle, gasp and yawn
My body drowns in the air
I always pull through, a fleeting ecstasy of relief
Feeling exhausted, I wish I could quit
The next battle begins
-Note-
Hopefully some of the awesome people I met on PoetrySoup 3 years ago are still here. It's admittedly been a long time since I dipped my toes back into the world of creative writing. This is a simple one to start. If anyone relates to this one, my thoughts are with you.
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2019
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