Cough & Cold

I wake at midnight to the sound of myself.

Holding every breath

  -it's no use. 

Can't breathe. 

Cant sleep.

It barks out of me like a rabid dog. 

Every

time 

I 

feel 

comfort- 

-able 

Surprise! 

I'm dying again.

Every train of thought

interrupted by the violent throws 

of my lungs contortioning. 

I drink this,

I drink that.

Everyone seems to know the cure,

and just as I let my mind 

sail into sleep 

it's 6:30 again.

Time for work.