Breathe

My sister was having trouble breathing

I can't inhale,

My throat is constricted,

My face heats,

And turns three shades of red,

You try to comfort me,

You tell me to,

Just breathe.

Author's Note

short plz comment

Reviews

[C.J.]

I like that this poem short as it is can draw such a vivid picture in my mind very nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yesterday at work. A young girl was took away by emergency service for not being to control her breathing. It is a scary thing not to be able to breath. Your poem describe the fear and cure. Relax and breath. A excellent poem.
Coyote