Every minute is that of an hour
That the air is gone from my lungs.
Mustered heaves only push to half full,
Just enough for one short breath
Before all my energy and all my body
Musters once more.
Shoulders rise and shoulders fall
While my body remains handicap.
My chest burns while my lungs scream
And beg for air.
Just for one deep breath
They plead with no other care.
I struggle with all my might
Put up my strongest fight
While lungs remain empty
All throughout the night.
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