Poetry Day: Death Throes

Wednesday Addams

(This is based on a real event.  I got really sick and had trouble sleeping because it felt like I was being suffocating by mucous.  Kept jolting awake to handle it, which was ignored by other people.  It left me tired and annoyed that I was suffering and nobody was trying to console or help me.  Believe I spent the night sitting in the bathroom because I couldn’t stand the dark and I routinely had to spit up the gunk.  To further explain, it was a combo of extreme pollen allergies and an upper respiratory infection.  It’s why certain shades of green make me anxious.)

I wake up gasping

Feeling cement within my throat

A gurgling noise

Escapes my mouth

The only sound I make

I thrash upon the bed

Scrambling in panic

I force myself to cough

In hopes of catching breathe

Goo dislodges within my lungs

Then sticks within my throat

Making death come nearer

And through it all

You sleep next to me

Ignorant in your dreams

As I struggle to keep living

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Poetry Day: Death Throes

  1. As an asthmatic, I could almost feel what it was like. Well done, Charles.

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  2. L. Marie says:

    What a horrible, horrible experience!! 😓At least you can write so eloquently about it.


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