Cough Cough

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.

One response to “Cough Cough

  1. *fingers snapping*

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