Asthma Is My Cross
Asthma…..
Asthma…..
The seesaw is the children’s amusement board…….
Watch me like the sentinels; the stars, I am alone……
Death at ends and birth from begins life…..
The hand………..
What do you see?……..
Within a transparent substance, hard and brittle……
Water bird like…..
Worthless materials…..
The music of ebb and flow…..
You elongated garden plant……
Rhythm and meter…..
The yellowish and black stripes…..
She roams in radiance, like the sun……
We are the sun shining upon you……
You appear old and wan and so sleepy…..
Scrutinizing my dark forest of thoughts…..
Craftsmanship of mastery….
Oh mama……
My nights are like a cascade of horror…….