It always happens at night
When the air is still
I lie awake and it begins
The slow build up from within
From a slight wheeze traveling up
The winpipes and rampages uphill
I felt the urge to resist and deny exit
But it always surprises me when it arrives
It puffs the cheeks and sends me to my knees
My mouth release a whopping sounds with everything it has
A fit of coughing so you see
It repeats all over endlessly.