Suddenly all is quiet.
Not a whisper, not a sound.
That wind just breezes in,
Blowing debris on the ground.
Sunlight on floating dust,
I breathe in the dirty air.
A gentle cough clears my throat,
But still it's everywhere.
(cont.) It could be like mine, and mine's a CURSE! I guess I should have worn my respirator mask. In the asbestos mine I almost, but not quite, did ask... What might be the hazards of not wearing this darn thing? So now i COUGH & COUGH, and, when needed, they bring... my pain shot, emesis basin, bedpan, and tube feeding meal, and at times to x-ray room, in my bed, down the hall they wheel... me. ; (
i like yours! NO. not your cough. but it could be MUCH WORSE. Your cough could be oh so much very worse. to MyPoemList. bri :) Cough First; Coffin Second....[ Safety Hazards; Hospital Care; S H O R T; Dust! ; Inspired By Let The Dust Settle By Geraldine Kelly ] (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'll now schedule this to be included in my October 2018 showcase of poems, found in my PH list of poems; look for October 2018 any questions? ask! Thanks. bri :)