I for one know better than most
The others like me who struggle
Gasp and wish to pull through
Each bout of breathlessness and each choking
I wish for it to be the end
Yet that bloody antihistamine, feeds life
As I am forced to consume it, for work calls
There could be a day, should be , maybe one
When I would let the breath pass
Wish it ceases to tease my alveoli
Bring my annoying life back
This could be seem like a lament, yet isn't
For there is nothing that I fight or live for
I am just a bored bard, out of ink and paper
Worse, out of inspiring thoughts too
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