My throat is on fire tonight,
a cold kind of burn that threatens your soul.
I can’t help but wish for a time when I felt normal,
healthy,
me.

I just want to breathe again
and have it last for more than ten seconds.
I yearn to push every bit of this stale air
out of my tired, unfit lungs
until fresh oxygen can reignite
the passion I felt for this world
just a few months ago.

Every week a new ailment,
a new pain,
a new tiring dagger
of reality
pierces my core.

I don’t have a metaphor for how over it I am.
I want to live again,
instead of just being alive.