It Hurts

It is small movement, just a gasp, a little breath in Not hard to do, you can do it, at the same time you can still grin Just an intake of breath, just a little gulp of air So small we never notice, until the airs not there. A small muscular movement, independent of any thought We do it when we sleep; no planning on it is sought The only time we miss it, is when that breath is just not there No matter how hard we try… there just isn’t any air The heart beats to bursting, the skin tingles in fear The world rushes from your sight, the pain begins to sear Voices come and go but you cannot hear them speak You know this is the end, do you care or are you too weak? You can fight as much as you want; you can breathe as deep as you please But when your lungs refuse to work, when there’s no air, there is no ease You know your loved ones are calling, but you can do nought to answer them Suddenly a god is important, as it happens to drowning men. 'Breathe deep, relax, calm down,' stupid words that one hears There is no air, no relief, and maybe no more years The tightness eases the airways open maybe it will be alright Remember if it happens to you; keep away from the light that’s bright. © 1/07/2013 GG