Tug

Tug, tug, tug, tug, and the days
Grow tighter around my lungs.
When the air can’t reach them
And my heart grows feebler
Countdown ‘til relief comes.

Tug, tug, tug, tug, in the night
To the dark I succumb.
A disease and a weakness
Breeds between us
Countdown ‘til relief comes.

Tugtugtugtug! Then the moment
Hits like oxygen
The touch releases
The pain decreases
Dizzying gulps of life-
Relief comes.

But.

Tug.
Tug.
Tug.
Tug.

And the race
That should have never begun
Goes on forever and never
Blended together
Countdown ‘til relief comes.

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