Broncospasm

Noah

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?

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2018 10:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: Bronchospasms are essentially an asthma attack. I grew up with and still have an aggressive case of it. As of now this is the best picture I can paint of it to maybe see if I can show what it's like. I left the H out of the title because it not only looks cooler, but when your back and chest muscles tense up, it feels like you've been kicked by a bronco.
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  • Resa71

    I don’t suffer from chronic asma.
    But I have “ stress induced asma”
    I remember the first time it happened, I literally thought I might die!
    Good descriptive writing ✍️
    Resa.

    • Noah

      Thanks! It is a freaky thing

    • Eugene S.

      You have my total sympathy. Experienced not being able to take in air with the flu this year. Scary. Great poem.

      • Noah

        Thank you!



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