More Oxygen
It's how it is, it's life.
I look up and there's a big cloud;
Caterpillar shaped and fluffy.
I look down and there's a hole in my sock.
I stare across and there's a beautiful smile
And hazel green eyes; captivating.
Smile, smoke, and laugh.
Happiness and sorrow; just laugh
Because it's the feeling of the moment.
I need more oxygen, too much for a COPDer.
Just let me float away, higher and higher
Until I'm too tired to breath on my own.
This poem is about:
Me