Pneumoconiosis Confessions
Mood:  blue
My heads been ache?n/ Pain stake?n/ my body weakens, my vision faded/ This routines become so cynically jaded/ Physician prescriptions, I loath becoming medicated/ Chest congested/ virus infested/ how the hell this plague get manifested? / I pray for deliverance from what the bacteria feeds/ decreased capacity due to excessive fatigue/ my insides feel clotted/ organisms destroyed by antibiotics/ it helps for a minute but my cough is still chronic/ I never asked for this, I didn?t want it/ but the sickness persisted/ I?ve succumb to frequent doctor visits/ They can?t find a cure for me as they study my physics/ its mandatory/ my x-rays revealed, they tell a story/ My once upon a time revolves around respiratory ? pill experiments and lab submissions/ I try to stay sane despite my condition/ I find ways to cope and not to panic/ Im steady with faith I?m keeping at it/ there?s still no denying its all become so problematic/ lifestyle adjustments to an obvious extent/ I feel blessed to be alive in spite of my discontent/ Deep down I hope there?s no further development ? pulmonary cavities weakened by ailment ? I felt the need to circumvent/ I remain grounded anyway ? all the while trusting in the almighty 100 percent