Monday 3 January 2022

my Inhaler

Budesonide, budesonide
What do you want tonight
Let me fill my lungs with your mist
And breathe, for my alveolis are in spite
Then when they ease and yeild
I shall try to find my sleep
Only to know, my legs won't see
How much time i have spent in lost sleep
They would want to wander
Uncontrolled, burdened, without a care
Parting my eyelids, like the Red sea
Only there is no Moses to cross them
To close
Ah my love, welcome you have arrived
My darling nemesis, my restless leg syndrome

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