The Asthmatic: Poetry

The Asthmatic

Waning in the artifice of punctual game

Subdued, I expose my vitality.

and you're sterling for the blame.

Inadequate to perceive a resolve.

but like antiquity, wholly the same.

Scurry the blood and lesiure fear.

Dissolving into disconsolation.

The asthmatic riotously clear.

Forbidden be my stance afar,

but matchless to ensare me near.

Dismantle the incarnadine gauze,

My heart's pan-optic is sealed obscure.

A spoonful of that stillborn applause,

broad respiration, and high-strung woe.

Then accounted for i reposed in its jaws.

-Liliai