Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | March 13, 2012



He gasped for air in bed at night

Despite the machine being on,

It was as if he couldn’t breathe

In the struggle, wished he were gone.

So many teeter on the edge

In moments found so weak,

The end of things looks brighter than

The solace they may seek.

Please don’t presume to know the course

A man may take at night,

When he is struggling in his heart…

Tempted to end the fight.

He managed to return to sleep

By slowing his breathing down,

His mask adjusted…fed him air

Until morning came around.

—Jonathan Caswell


  1. Excellent flow with words, great job

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