If only I could find a fitting title.
It's A Poet's Journal
Monday, January 14, 2013
Asthma Makes a Simple Cold a Nightmare.
Ill as ill can be
but the doctor
I just won't see;
a cough and a sneeze,
a deep breath,
a painful wheeze.
I'll stay at home,
tell myself it'll pass.
It's just a cold,
it won't last.
Inhale,
cough.
Exhale.
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