Fighting for my breath (Poem)

Fighting for my breath Sitting here it’s quite difficult to breathe No one gives a damn, no one to relieve The Wife’s in bed and she’s fast asleep As I wait for death into my life to creep I need to go to sleep and off to my bed My worry is that I may well end up dead All the medical doctors the nurses and all Not a one gives a damn if I should fall Not one has an ear for my painful strife At the end of a day each has their own life And sadly I say we’d each and all be the same Unprepared to help anyone through the pain I have a fan blowing here upon my face It helps my breathing keeps it in place But it doesn’t help alleviate any of my fears Yet it does seem to blow dry the many tears I’m dying while fighting for my breath Sometimes praying for a rapid death This is the result of motor neurone disease COPD damaged lungs too as both take my ease Pen name Christopher Robin Copyright Registration TXu 1-598-108