02 April 2015


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

Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince

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