An Asthmatic Disease. - Poem by Shannon Nicole
I can feel that there's something wrong,
Because I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It continues it's ways through my body,
Grasping onto my lungs and closing off the airways.
When no air comes through my nose or my mouth,
I know something's wrong.
When my throat starts to burn,
And the tears are warm against my cheeks.
When the sound doesn't come out,
And my body's shaking and my mind is freaking out.
I know when something's going wrong,
When my body starts to ache,
And my life begins to slow.
A drug that kept me going since I was three,
A medicine that was stolen from me,
And now I risk my life just to try and breathe.
People call me lazy,
Telling me to run my fastest,
Usually it's just a medium powerwalk, normal.
Taking deep breaths and little sniffles,
Just because my allergies screw with my illness.
A season changes and I risk a day.
I look back every now and again,
To the months I had spent in the hospital when I was three to four.
Every day someone would come to visit me,
Not even the machines could save me.
The doctors created a medicine,
And it was the only one that had ever worked.
I had tried many,
Pill crush, puffs, spray,
Nothing seemed to work.
Not a day passes by,
That I don't think back to a man that saved my life.
Yeah only a few.
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