Hard To Breathe

I wrote this about a time when I was having an asthma attack in the middle of a public place and no one stopped to ask if I was okie or to help.

Hard to breath

Air so thick 

With chattering teeth

The cold stick 

Has been lodged here. 

Within my back.

The end is near. 

I hear death’s step. 

Growing from the trail. 

If only the sack. 

Had not fell to the rail. 

Of the traitorous prep. 

From which I had fallen. 

To this cold rough stone.

This must be the lesson. 

To never stray alone.