Pneumonia
A raspy breath within the shade,
A cold whisper winter has laid.
The chest it wheezes, a prison of pain,
A flame, a weight, a fear unrestrained.
Fever dances, a spectral trace,
Red on the brow, sweat's embrace.
Each gasp feels like a fight, a plea,
A stormy sea in a body unfree.
The nights...
A cold whisper winter has laid.
The chest it wheezes, a prison of pain,
A flame, a weight, a fear unrestrained.
Fever dances, a spectral trace,
Red on the brow, sweat's embrace.
Each gasp feels like a fight, a plea,
A stormy sea in a body unfree.
The nights...