Poem -

Wheezer

Wheezer

Perforated pleura 
From wrenching non stop
Torn and twisted thoracic muscles 
The ballast tanks have popped

Walking like a wounded soldier 
Clutching my side
A victim of a xenomorph 
Something pupating inside

Thorn like trachea
Razor wire to doomed troops over top
Consecutive convulsions
The cure is out of reach, aloft

If only I'd listened and acted
When they'd told me to stop
Pulmonary embolism 
An expensive blood clot

Too little too late 
May as well keep hitting the pipe
No breaking free of this cycle
Try as I might

(Having Man flu is the influence behind this poem. I have never smoked crack cocaine. FICTION)

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Tina

Man flu is quite serious, then? ;-)   

Get well soon Syd... (if you are still poorly with it).

Tina x

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Syd

Hi Tina, not as serious as I make out lol. But it gave me something to write about at least. I'm on the mend now, thanks for asking.

I appreciate the feedback. Take care   - Syd xo 

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Syd

Hi Lisa, it certainly does. Thank you, I'll use anything for inspiration. 

Thanks for stopping by my page.

Take care  - Syd xo 

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Larry Ran

Dear Syd,

Sometimes life is not all it's "cracked" up to be
Those euphorias leave such scars
One final toke, before I leave
And float up to the stars

Peace and love, my friend,
Larry xxx

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Syd

A wise choice of words Larry. Well written.

Peace and love also - Syd xxx 

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