Asthma

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Asthma

More wheezing than breathing,
like a blood pressure cuff
tightening around my chest.
Shoulders clenched to the neck,
eyes glassy, diaphragm sore,
exhausted from lack of air.

More panic than pain,
being wrung like a rag.
You try relaxing
when your heart drums
too little oxygen
from flaccid lungs.

Pray for that first deep open breath,
that gulp of cool water on a stifling day.

 

(Yesterday’s Living Poetry Prompt was “Inhale“.)

 

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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13 Responses to Asthma

  1. J says:

    Ah… all too familiar!

  2. Lisa Tomey says:

    Oh my goodness! That’s what it feels like? WOW!! I am sorry for any suffering from this.

  3. JeanMarie says:

    Best description of an asthma attack I’ve read.
    “like a blood pressure cuff
    tightening around my chest.”

    Well done

  4. jupitergrant says:

    Hope you’re doing okay 💖

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