I can feel that there's something wrong, <br />Because I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach. <br />It continues it's ways through my body, <br />Grasping onto my lungs and closing off the airways. <br />When no air comes through my nose or my mouth, <br />I know something's wrong. <br />When my throat starts to burn, <br />And the tears are warm against my cheeks. <br />When the sound doesn't come out, <br />And my body's shaking and my mind is freaking out. <br />I know when something's going wrong, <br />When my body starts to ache, <br />And my life begins to slow. <br />A drug that kept me going since I was three, <br />A medicine that was stolen from me, <br />And now I risk my life just to try and breathe. <br />People call me lazy, <br />Telling me to run my fastest, <br />Usually it's just a medium powerwalk, normal. <br />Taking deep breaths and little sniffles, <br />Just because my allergies screw with my illness. <br />A season changes and I risk a day. <br />I look back every now and again, <br />To the months I had spent in the hospital when I was three to four. <br />Every day someone would come to visit me, <br />Not even the machines could save me. <br />The doctors created a medicine, <br />And it was the only one that had ever worked. <br />I had tried many, <br />Pill crush, puffs, spray, <br />Nothing seemed to work. <br />Not a day passes by, <br />That I don't think back to a man that saved my life. <br />Near-death experiences, <br />Yeah only a few.<br /><br />Shannon Nicole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-asthmatic-disease/
