My sick season

When the leaves change color

when the trees breathe their last breathe

i get sick dare i say close to death

when Autumn came near and winter just began

the cold hits the air

my lungs get caught in a snare

my body becomes weak

and i can barely whispers or speak

my chest becomes tight

and the winter seems to zap my life

the cold breeze seeps through my closed windowseal

and pounds against my lungs for real

the only thing that can save me

is a quick pray and letting it be