I just wonder how it'd feel,
To breathe you for free;
O My Breath, my lovely clean breath.
I've lost you, and I want you back.

I sit through the ordeal,
With just my Wheeze for company;
O My Breath, you are my best friend.
I've lost you, and I want you back.

Now Cough and Phlegm have joined the fun too
And I loathe this crowd for sure;
O My dear Breath, I love you the most,
I've lost you, and I want you back.

My lungs are getting fried,
My Wheeze is mourning their death.
My dearest Ol' Pal,
Shoot a cool breath of fresh air into mah soul.

I'm battling my tears,
And fighting the crowd;
Come to me my friend and help me soon,
Without you, I'll be gone soon.

Without you, I'm alive no more;
But why aren't I dead either?
You have reduced me to a Spirit in between,
A breath of fresh air is all I need.

O My Breath, you have deserted me;
O My Breath, come back to me and let me live;
O My Breath, will I ever sleep?
But I've lost you, and waiting for thee….

This was really good...On a different note, it reminded me of where I work, holding someone gasping their last earthly breath or comforting another fighting for more breath...Fantastic...

Thanks Ainjel