i write poems a lot to deal with my emotions contacted to my asthma, so here is one of them.
I think it would be good if we could get a few together, so get your mind working and get typing your poems here. It will be fun and interesting
Getting lost in the mist
Popping pills as time ticks
The morning routine starts again
This is what i do just to breathe
With a cough and a wheeze
Nothing I do is with easy
And climbing the stairs
While gasping for air
Oh dear here come the little green men
Off to hospital i go again
In they come with needles and nebs
As i hear them book me a bed
This is me
I cough and wheeze
This is what i do
Just to breathe
By Emma Ramshaw