Wednesday, 17 May 2017

The Cough

Woke up coughing
Shortness of breath
Felt I was drowning
Felt closer to death

Nothing seemed to work
I was gasping for air
Hard to remain calm
With death hovering so near

I'm breathing easy now
The coughing's settled down
But afraid to close my eyes
In case I really drown

I'm not ready to go just yet
Death knocked at the wrong door
I'm counting all my blessings now

And wishing for many more

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