I wake up with only quarter breaths
My back tenses up, feeling like there\'s no air left.
I manage.
I reach.
I grasp.
Bronchospasm, how long will you last?
I walk the day with nothing else in mind
Except looking for oxygen my lungs can\'t find.
I move.
I stop.
I try.
Bronchospasm, are you trying to make me die?
I approach the edge again
Led by my dear old friend.
I think.
I feel.
I worry.
Bronchospasm, what\'s the hurry?