I rise from my sickbed today
to tell a sorry tale
of how the asthma children feel
when lungs threaten to fail.
The world begins to narrow
and the air begins to thin,
dry land turns into something like
a deep surfaceless swim.
Lips turn blue as the chest heaves
and slaves for every breath
hands curl and dive in pockets and bags
for drugs to stave off death.
PUFF squeezes in the mouth
a time or two (or four)
and if ten minutes pass like this
there will be need of more.
As the wheezing settles, water
and then a bio break
but all the while a-squat and shakin
like a Turkish earthquake!
The drugs will rattle teeth
and shake even your hair
but you thank God for another day
as the fog begins to clear.
When next you see a sufferer
give a thought to their distress
bruised, battle-weary but on fighting
for their next and future breaths!