Pneumonia

The air was dry and thin

the world started to spin

I couldn't catch my breath

was slowly turning blue

mentally begged, God please

there's nothing I could do

my whole world came unglued

you'll see they'll grieve my death

that's just my point of view

then suddenly I breathe

but the demon within

wouldn't let me win

It returned as a wheeze

an aerobic disease

felt the pressure accrue

now the real fight begins

It's worst then any flu

went all numb in the limbs

had really clammy skin

thought I wouldn't pull through

Took advice from a Jinn

and drank a witch's brew

in turn killed the disease

which left me free to breathe

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