Bronchioles became constricted
Oxygen inhalation restricted
Hunger for air
Wheezing is all you hear
Being breathless is the fear
Crying daily till the last drop of tear disappear
Pain due to hypoxia
Loss of weight because of anorexia
Skin,all reddish-blue
Calmness and peace flew
Lungs tightened without a clue
Still holding onto hope
But slippery is the rope
The Pain can't be moped
Of all pains,it's on top
Worst than you can cope
Prisoned by the mask
All emotions,pains and tears trapped by the mask
Though it helps in completing the task
The nightmare is formalin
At the wall,is where she leans
All she thinks is healing
All she lives is a nightmare
Instead of a dream,she sees nightmare
Always struggling for oxygen
Pain inherited by her gene
Hell in it's living form
Blazing fire is all the heart gets
Burning all the love it gates
Without oxygen,she's a struggler
For healing,she's a prayer
Because of her dreams,she's a fighter
To relief the pain,she's an encourager
A life without coughs she dreams
Breathing easily,she dreams
To help those like her,she hopes
That's why she still holds the rope
With the hope that she'll make it someday
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
