The Need to Breathe

What was dust, now is fume,

thus, death could come, oh so soon,

the air does choke, all in sight,

apart from banks, full of might,

abortive judgement, what a gas!

Strangle peacetime, raise a glass -

to suffocation, proudly made,

watch inner children, mock and fade,

in illness, rub the Vicks on chest,

to try; to live; like all the rest,

but, life’s design, there’s no reprieve,

if it always; hinders, the need to breathe!