Another poem, from our series
Cough, Cough
Throughout the day
And especially the night
I heave and heave to no avail
I crave fresh air to fill my lungs,
But for that I shall fail
A dragon on my chest
Squeezes the life from my breast,
Polluted air, I beg you to rest
But perhaps it’s just the cigarettes.
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